The eyestalk sinks to the level of the balls as he gazes out across his apparent prison, trying to make sense of where he is and why he can't move. At the sound of a familiar voice the stalk jerks upward again, the dome of his armor swiveling as he looks for the source. "Who's there?" he asks. Belatedly, he mentally analyzes, trying to match the voice up with one he knows. "...Daine?" he guesses. "Is that you?"