Montana's grip on the hilt of his favoured throwing knife relaxed, but his hand remained lightly toughing the hilt of his weapon. While weary of the mind manipulator and their strength, he believed that their opening play would have left him more then enough time to react, had it been anything short of an aggressive expansionist assault. The mind, as explained to him by a neuroscientist he had befriended in decades past, 'archived memories and experiences' during the sleep process to protect the brain from overloading its neural pathways. 

Given the nature of his gift, the scientist explained, synaptic overload/excitotoxicity was an impossibility. Simply put, unless Montana cared to meditate, he was aware that his conscious and subconscious existed in a web of disorder that would take some time for a manipulator to navigate. A particularly powerful user would certainly be able to control his body after a few seconds, but a second equaled an eternity in combat.

Which is why he relaxed. An invasive a power as it was, the user was the intent behind the potential action. He had made his intentions of defense known, and had not been on the receiving end of any retaliation. 

This did not mean Montana viewed them as being safe. It simply meant they weren't immediately aggressive. He further tested the waters, by conjuring up images of conflict, and peace in his mind. Something ambient, should they choose to peak into his thoughts 

[color=slategray]"Of course. I would only be in danger of taking offense to a bullet."[/color] 

He could hear the muffled sound of a voice come from the direction of the wreckage. It sounded like it was being projected off a mechanical device. 

[color=slategray]"I am not aware of what else you have in your arsenal. In regards to your ability.[/color]