[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=b93c3c]Arcturus Hale[/color][/i][/b][/h1][img]https://i.imgur.com/6m4RMDb.gif[/img][hr][hr][b][color=b93c3c]Location:[/color][/b]  Sci-Tech Building 4 - Medical Ward
[b][color=b93c3c]Skills:[/color][/b] Telepathy[/center][hr]
As he removed the headset and placed it gingerly on what felt like a solid surface to his right, Arc kept his eyes closed and counted down from twenty, soaking in all the new sensations in his head. It seemed like the Framework deadened his telepathic reach to those who weren't in it: a masterwork of programming, if his guess was correct. Either way, there were more agents compacted in the lab than ever before: anxious thoughts over one's performance in the mission, words of relief that it was all over (though those might have been his own), and urgent whispers sounding righteously angry from outside the room.

But then someone greeted the room, and it definitely wasn't in his head. [color=b93c3c]"Morning––and something like that. It [i]almost[/i] worked out, but I suppose not well enough to make, 'I love it when a plan comes together,' appropriate,"[/color] Arc quipped with a rueful chuckle, after identifying the cheery voice as Sami Rhodes, from Operations.

Arc opened his eyes and refocused his gaze on the equipment in the medical lab, shoving the spike of disorientation to the back of his mind. Others were waking up, [i]had[/i] woken up already by the sounds of it, and he kept his tone light despite the partial success of the mission. That meant it had also been a partial failure. Catching Nikolova's eye, he grinned in what he hoped was a reassuring way. [color=b93c3c]"Let's do it again sometime, Nikolova. Infiltration was... fun. Yeah, let's go with that."[/color]

Arc reached down to absently pick at the injury on his arm, only to find smooth, unblemished skin there. He immediately swung his legs over the edge of his bed as if to get going. Perhaps his next throwaway comment was made with some lingering instinct to 'buy friendship', but he reckoned a night out with Abercrombie would be a hell of an experience, and getting to know the others better – especially Nikolova, a kindred spirit if ever he found one – seemed to be a net positive. While the others were awakening, he offered, [color=b93c3c]"Drinks on me, when we next get a chance. That is, if S.H.I.E.L.D doesn't already have beer on tap waiting for us on the other side of that door."[/color] He rolled his eyes and pushed himself up. His legs felt stiff with disuse, but that was unsurprising: he'd been in a medically-induced coma for a considerable length of time, and the Framework was only virtual reality.