[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=b93c3c]Arcturus Hale[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://i.pinimg.com/originals/62/4c/ca/624cca17467decaf28e8236f7734c15c.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=b93c3c]Location:[/color][/b] The Framework
[b][color=b93c3c]Skills:[/color][/b] Telepathy[/center][hr]
[color=b93c3c]"Just minor injuries,"[/color] Arcturus said, though did not protest as Nikolova gave his wounds a once-over. Even if Sabertooth had given him something more life-threatening than scrapes and bruises, he'd probably say the same thing. For now, as he could still push himself up off the ground and his mental faculties were seemingly intact, there was no reason to delay. [color=b93c3c]"I suppose this is what happens when you put a nerd on the frontlines."[/color] 

He shot a weak grin at Maria's concern (and bit back his instinctive sarcastic response, which was something along the lines of 'You [i]do[/i] care!') before turning to the elephant in the room. Mind control was rather terrifying to see in person, even against someone who was trying to kill them and was the sole cause of his mild discomfort.

[color=b93c3c]"It would perhaps be wise to avoid planning in front of the enemy, even when he's been... neutralised. It's bad practice."[/color] Arcturus rubbed his chin in contemplation, already moving to check the office PCs quickly –– more absent-minded than any real attempt to search for information. Whatever they had, if anything, would take too long to turn over. After some hesitation, he opened his mind and formed sentences out of a jumble of thoughts, projecting them outwards from himself to the others. Even if they replied out loud, it was safer to reveal only part of their operation.

Besides, it gave him a flimsy excuse to further test the limits of his powers.

[color=b93c3c][i]Controlling the security room could be helpful to clearer view of what's up ahead in the building. CCTV, fire alarms, automatic locking systems––I don't know what they've got, but they must have something,[/i][/color] he offered, ignoring the disconcerting sensation of using such an unnatural method of communication for more than just a few words. [color=b93c3c][i]Although I'm not sure I believe in the power of music to take out someone who can kill us all in the blink of an eye. Regardless, we're running out of time. I can backtrack to security, play the tape, procure you a possible escape route from the fourth floor, et cetera... Though if I run into any guards while I'm alone, it may be game over; I could use someone to accompany me.[/i][/color]

Still, that sounded like the best option for someone like him now that they had secured the second floor. High risk, high reward. Or low risk, given they were in a simulation, and death was impermanent.

Finally, he looked back towards Abercrombie as he began moving towards the stairs down to the first floor. She was effectively the team leader in this, or at least, if she wanted control over their little slice of the mission, she now had it, as far as he was concerned. [color=b93c3c]"Any objections?"[/color] he asked mildly.