Press walked into the living room, irritated. He had been working on a new device when the alarm rang, destroying his concentration and making his hand slip and ruin it. He was still tinkering with the device in his hands absentmindedly as he nodded towards Nightwing and the others in greeting. He had heard the "explain when everyone gets here" part, so he knew he had no need to say anything just yet. Instead, he took out a needle from one of his pockets and picked at the pieces in the device that he couldn't reach w/ his hands.