Felix was muttering to himself, the mic picking out choice words "-surrendering flight-" the speakers boomed with a brief pause.
"-detonation~" it screeched, staining and stretching the end of the word as Felix hoped he had succeeded.
Assuming he had succeded, he would breath out "Averted." before, at last, glancing at the external monitor and yipped out "Were did you all come from!?!" in surprise as the party, to his eyes, pulled a reverse batman on him. Luckily he had the suit's control's locked, else it may have flailed it's arms and stumbled back while Felix leaned back deep into his chair and clutched at his chest...
Meanwhile, Felix had not the free thought to turn down the squealing speakers.