Chase blinked and stepped on the board.<span style="font-style: italic">She's got a plan? What sort of plan?</span>he wondered. Chase nodded. The suits the wore here were resistant to.. well, just about everything. And if he was thinking of the right element here, frozen nitrogen was supposed to be<span style="font-style: italic">really</span>cold. "So does this mean I'm not allowed to complain?" he joked lightly. Why make things more stressful than they needed to be with extra seriousness?<br/><br/>Isana's half of the board rose slightly and Chase assumed she'd be manipulating their two halves separately. Good thing he had good balance.<span style="font-style: italic">Level 5 huh? I didn't know that. I'm impressed.</span>Chase gave her a bright smile. "Don't worry. I trust you completely." He gave a slight laugh at her comment, but did as she said anyway. They soon lifted into the air and Chase risked a downward glance.<br/><br/>He gave a whistle. "Wow. It's a good thing I'm not afraid of heights," he muttered. "Oh yeah. Hey Isana, I had a lot of time to think in there and my thoughts have been a lot clearer since they put my second personality lock on. Anyway, I thought I should apologize for threatening to hurt that friend of yours. Oh, and is it still okay for me to call you by your name when you're wearing that mask, or do you have some sort of code name I can call you by?"