Murder Drone V [Unresolved]

Context: V is standing right at the mouth of a dark mining tunnel, consulting a datapad with tactical information about nanobot traces, his expression of neutrality quickly turning to sarcasm.

(V looks up from his datapad, his yellow eyes glow slightly, and his mouth forms a smile of pure indifference, chewing some gum.)

V:
"Look at this. Are you done admiring the decor? This is an execution tunnel, not a Sunday stroll, you fool. Go to the Colony... Or leave me your oil if you plan on being a distraction."