Markus begins to walk around base, making a detailed mental map as he goes. The incident with the Helian drone is still stuck in his mind, and he finds himself wondering what the hell that last weapon was (an incinerator of some sort?), and how the hell that one Porlaqi outmaneuvered eight missiles. He concludes that he does not want to have to fight it again, whatever it was, and continues trying to work out how the Porlaqi evaded, giving up and dismissing it as a fluke.
Then he remembers who manufactures drones like that in the first place.
Oh. Right. We're fighting exclusively on our home front now. At least here we're close to home.
He dismisses the thought, and continues looking around base.