At the front of the church, staring up at the stone pedestal before the rows of pews, he stood waiting. Waiting for what was unclear, but his program had been damaged so badly from the previous fight that he wasn't even being pressed to attack the two patient-designated entities only yards behind him. They wouldn't be getting through a door they couldn't see.

Slowly, he turned to watch the two patients at the back of the cathedral. Either they hadn't seen him, or they weren't afraid. Either way, they seemed more curious than aggressive.

...of course, that tended to change like many of his radio buttons.