Alexander smiles sheepishly, nodding his head
"Good work is rewarded, team; still, I will learn to differentiate the pair of you eventually...I'm thinking of ways to do it now..."
He offered them a devilish smile, before turning to Arthur, strapping his armour on as soon as it becomes available to him, the image of rippling muscles now covering his previously bland armoured suit, his helm plumbed with long white ribbons.
"I'm reckoning communication glitch, though I can't say I'm a gambling man. It pays to be safe, so we'll do this by the book. Go out, I'll 'breach' the door, and Mr and Miss Mourissette will clear if we encounter any problems. Arthur, I'm not sure explosives will do much good, but if you can do anything to help us resist any detonations we may walk into, please do so. But, realistically speaking, Miss Mourissette will be invaluable if it just turns out to be a glitch."
As soon as his helm is on, he radios back to Ghost, using the clearer on-board communicator of the MDA
"That sounds like a splendid idea. Using the conference rooms will be much more efficient than using the Armoury; I'm sure our quartermaster deserves at least a little rest from our almost permanent presence!"