He looked at her and his visor quickly lit up, showing possible weak points on her and how much of a threat she could hold due to her size and body type. He quickly shut ll that off and stared at her, standing much taller than he did before without his suit. He still was shorter than her, but it didn't bother him. He gave a smirk under his helmet and went back to bench. He took the helmet off and set it back down, he was still wearing that balaclava.

"0596759 Dash Sigma Dash 3. Official callsign for the U.S is Spectre." He said as he looked at his armor. She could see how tattered it was even though it was one of the most high tech pieces of equipment in the world. She could see the welds from where it had been rebuilt again and again. The suit had lost most of it's advantages now. He needed a new one but didn't have the skills to make it into an Atlas complex by himself.

"I need parts." He said being rather general in nature. He handed her a map he had sitting nearby. "India, Atlas complex. High tech gear." Was all he said to her before going back to his work. He was attempting to repair his helmet as some systems still weren't working. He had hoped she talked to Imran about it and they could hit the complex as it was nearing it's shutdown phase, which meant less guards and unlimited access to equipment.