"You have a point, kitty." Citrine licked her lips hopefully. "But just think, we might have the sincere pleasure of facing a true monster in combat. A challenge. None of those boring bullet-armored humans." She wrinkled her nose.

As one of the few "unpowered" operatives on the team, Polo took a mild offense to that. While he'd always been on the outskirts of the teams, he'd more than earned his stripes time and time again, despite lacking any more durability than any other so-called "boring human." His tech often did the work for him, and so he fought with his brain much more than with his brawn.

This also made the possibility of facing down Hannibal a rather withering concept.

What interested Polo more, though, was the concept that Citrine seemed to see herself as more than the "normal" humans out there, and that was cause for concern.

Polo knew that that was the biggest concern. As soon as Laraxis was able to play into those feelings of inferiority, able to pull those strings enough to create more friction between the operatives and the "normals" out there... He could tell that these kinds of feelings were sure to bubble to the surface.

But that kind of thinking was dangerous.

As soon as they started to actually believe that they were greater, different, and just plain better than the rest of humanity, it would be extremely difficult to keep that kind of thinking in check.

[i]It's one thing to have a bigger stick than those around you. It's a different issue entirely when you feel justified in swinging it at someone else.[/i]

Polo noticed that Citrine seemed especially interested in him rather suddenly, but after an awkward moment of realization, he understood that she'd seen him slip his earlier assemblage into his pocket.

Missed opportunity for an awkward joke, it seemed.

"What, pray tell, is that device?" she asked brashly.

Polo drew the device from his pocket. To the layman, it simply looked like a a thick pen, a silver tube with a pen cap on the top. Polo removed the cap, revealing a thinner cylinder, which looked like it could be inserted into something.

"This," said Polo, trying not to sound smug. "Is a skeleton key."

He pointed at the smaller cylinder. "Insert this into any analog lock, and it will properly scan, and resize itself to fit." He pointed at a series of indentations along the top. "These adjustable teeth will alter themselves to the auto scan and automatically raise to fit the pins, which provides the ability to open any door automatically."

He spun the device in his hand before replacing the cap.

"Luckily for me," he said with a smirk. "The device is linked to my person. Anyone else is going to find it rather useless."