Terry Quinlan, The Grid
Terry bit his lip as the group entered. Masked to both organic and electronic eyes by the pairing of his abilities and their new friend's, it was still disconcerting to simply trust to their effective invisibility and silence. He decided not to try hacking any alarms for the moment, though he did keep a mental eye on the status and location of the systems connected to them. He'd worry about disabling something when they had to bypass it; at least then, if he mucked something up, they'd be closer to their goal.
As Uomo managed their tour guide (and Terry found himself wondering how much longer they could all pretend to not be there and still effectively work the mission), the hacker started surveying the local network for the most likely access points to the underground mainframe. He didn't imagine they were close enough quite yet, but the less wandering about they did, the better in his estimation.
Terry bit his lip as the group entered. Masked to both organic and electronic eyes by the pairing of his abilities and their new friend's, it was still disconcerting to simply trust to their effective invisibility and silence. He decided not to try hacking any alarms for the moment, though he did keep a mental eye on the status and location of the systems connected to them. He'd worry about disabling something when they had to bypass it; at least then, if he mucked something up, they'd be closer to their goal.
As Uomo managed their tour guide (and Terry found himself wondering how much longer they could all pretend to not be there and still effectively work the mission), the hacker started surveying the local network for the most likely access points to the underground mainframe. He didn't imagine they were close enough quite yet, but the less wandering about they did, the better in his estimation.