"I... see..." Tempest answered back to Taskmaster.

Truthfully he had no idea what the kids were saying these days and had little to no interest in such. Staying "with it" was possibly the furthest thing from his mind at any given moment. Not only was he not human, and therefor not totally concerned with the affairs of the surface world, he was royalty, and needed to behave as such. Slang would be below him even if he were interested in it.

"I suppose the first order of business would be to speak to Iron Fist, yes. This way please, don't wander off."

Tempest led the masked individual through up and into the lobby, where he found some of his colleagues gathered around the screen. The focus of their attention was apparently a simulation taking place upstairs. A good chunk of their team was currently engaged in it. Clowns or ninjas or something, he wasn't quite sure from only seeing the latter half of it. If there was a sim taking place, Iron Fist was likely leading it, and couldn't be reached in person. Tempest had left his communicator in his room, as he had been meditating in his "fish tank" (as his teammates were prone to calling it), where it most certainly would have become water-logged and useless.

"R-" Tempest stopped himself from using his teammate's actual name in front of Taskmaster, who was effectively an outsider. "Ravager, do you have your comm on you? Do you mind paging I.F. and telling him that there's one Taskmaster requesting his presence?"