Darn. [i]Hostages[/i]. If there was anything Neutro was ever most unsure about when it came to his career as a hero, it was securing the lives of individuals under the eyes of a weapon. He wasn't the fastest hero, he wasn't particularly nimble, and he possessed no projectiles of his own that didn't obliterate whatever they came into contact with. And so the prospect of trying to find his way into an enclosed space like a bus already under the vigilant eyes of terrorists sent nervous shocks through his body. He was trustworthy, he knew for sure, but would he succeed?

He stopped to recite the incidents in which he had rescued hostages before, trying his best to find ways of avoiding prior mistakes; civilians he nearly injured, structures he crushed, terrorists he missed. He'd need a good plan, ASAP. One that could cater to Pariah's wishes. Neutro was visibly contemplating, thinking of what the scene might look like before he even got the chance to participate. At the very least, he could run through several scenes in which the bus was surrounded or occupied by terrorists in several ways, and how he would deal with them personally.

Neutro crossed his arms and surveyed the crowd, awaiting anyone to come up with questions. He certainly wouldn't, as he was too busy answering his own.