[Color=Teal]"It would be.. unwise to enter without my insight,"[/Color] Annex added. [Color=Teal]"I will be coming with you. They'll never see me, I guarantee it."[/Color]

Stepping in front of Query, he took note of his build, speech patterns, and physical nuances. More of interest was his face, though. [Code]Pseudoderm,[/Code] the mask told him. He was very much like The Question indeed. Nodding, he handed a small, zipped, black pouch to Kid Q. [Color=Teal]"It'll help with your reach.[/Color]

While it would make sense to make gift bags for the other East-Coast Titans, very few had the conscious understanding to really make the most of a limited resource. Likely they'd lose some along the way, wasting the expensive material or risk it being obtained by the enemy. Inside the pouch was a small handgun shaped object capable of launching a 25 foot long web-line, or several shorter ones and cutting the thread when the lever on the back of the gun was clicked. A soft press of the trigger would project web, higher pressure would change the tool to reel it in.

[Color=Teal]"Depending on how you use it,"[/Color] he whispered, [Color=Teal]"there may be more."[/Color] He slid his sleeve down a bit to allow the other teen a peek at the wrist-mounted shooters he had. [Color=Teal]"We humans have got to stick together."[/Color]

Then he calmly walked over to his own spot on the jet. Not one assigned, but one ingrained in the memory of his team through sheer repitition. He looked around. Seeing Bit-Girl he imagined that she would eventually notice the massive resemblance between his own appearance and that of Corvo from Dishonored. Beside minor deviancies in the shape of his mask and the more modern outfit that Jefferson chose to wear, it was almost spot on. The mask itself, while the teenaged analyst had been choosing his outfit, broke standard speech patterns by using an adjective - actually expressing a taste for the outfit.