It'd be a bold lie to say Alexandre was not surprised by this, even though he did his best to take this revelation with the necesary professionalism just below the surface he was exploding with excitement. Lowett had essentially just had his first taste of genuine, real-life superpowers. He'd never met any of the Tainted before - PAGAN seemed to covet them like precious gold -, so these floating guns were a first for him. "That's... useful." He tried, keeping his remarks short so as to not let too much of the childlike glee show through.<br/><br/>This is what he lived for, being part of the elite team of super soldiers that would drive those damned Shades out of their cities. The bastarding things would regret the day they... no, focus. Those memories should be left well alone anyway. Lowett sucked his teeth as the man left. "Feel bad for his assistant,<i>non</i>?" He said passingly, "Work for PAGAN and get stuck under that<i> fils de...</i>" The last word of that sentence was discreetly hidden under a clearing of his throat. "<i>Alors</i>..." the show must go on.<br/><br/>After a bit of fiddling and a wagging metal finger to one of the labcoats approaching as if to help with this trivial task that was quite frankly starting to look more like a titanic one to the one-armed bandit, the comm unit was secured on his ear. No signal, not even the soft hum of power coursing through the device. Until his fingers found the power button, that is. The subtle sound remained absent. Was it broken? He tapped it a few times. Probably some sort of new technology. Lowett prefered ol' reliable, the painfully outdated six-shooter that weighed down his belt was proof of that.<br/><br/>Once the elevator doors were closed, he decided to try to ask his question again, perhaps without interruptions this time. Maybe she'd<i>like</i>to go see a movie, who knew? He opened his mouth, but was promptly stopped by a disembodied woman's voice. Instinctively looking around the metal box, he found no one as he remembered the tiny piece of tech in his ear. Maybe nobody'd seen that, he thought as he sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck. Fat chance.<br/><br/>"Cool cats and crazy dogs..." He repeated with a smile, this was more his style. Fast and loose, none of that strict by-the-book bullshit.<br/><br/>It was ironic in a beautiful way how they became the predators at night, in the home turf of their enemies. How he wielded the light they shunned and his partner wielded the power they'd given her. Beautifully ironic, certainly some philosophical drivel could be pulled from it. But he really didn't have time for that, too busy grinning at "Raven." He had to admit the nickname suited her. Perhaps best not to tease the timid girl about it, at least not yet.<br/><br/>His eyes widened a bit in confusion as there seemed to be a struggle on the other side of the connection. He could only assume the aforementioned "creepy horror movie child" had taken matters into her own hands. Alex didn't enjoy horror movies. They made him jumpy.<br/><br/>"Sybil, eh? Are these seers always this... chaotic?" He asked, a little taken aback by the seeming chaos in what he imagined was the dispatching and control center for field operations. He looked over at Mishka with a questioning expression as a room was passingly mentioned. Ah, it was probably nothing to worry about. What he did worry about were the Re-animators they'd be facing, a current ran down his metal arm, might have to actually use it tonight. Probably not though, probably.<br/><br/>Their "ride" was unmistakable, he'd seen them fly around after curfew. Salvaged the still smouldering crash site when one had been torn from the air. He ran his organic fingers across the hull. The cold metal sent something of a chill down his spine in silent awe of this engineering marvel. Technology was something he'd become well-acquainted with early in his life, maintaining his prosthetic limb and generally tinkering around, but it was still humbling to be so close to one of the things he'd only ever dreamed of. It appeared to have been nicknamed Scar, he sighed internally in relief, not the only one that names his toys.<br/><br/>His gaze snapped to Mishka as she asked her question, for a moment he was speechless. He wanted to ask if she was sure, but the words didn't leave his throat. A very rare occasion.<br/><br/>"Thought you'd never ask." He said with a smirk, moving over to the driver's side. Sure, he'd never driven one of these things before. But... how hard could it be?