Ryan's lips smiled beneath his mask, "My day was good, I worked on something that you'll probably like, but it won't be done for a while...You were outside, huh? I know sunlight is uncomfortable for you." Ryan did his best to convey his words with motions as well as sound, but he'd left the little holographic projector in his room, and having to convey "sunlight" and "outside" with basic sign language proved difficult, even for someone of his own intellect. "You know, you're getting better at talking," he commented, and it was true. He'd been very impressed by the speed at which the alien learned, she'd picked up rudimentary English in just a couple of weeks, and now spoke with surprising effectiveness. She was still difficult to understand, but no more than a foreigner from a non-English speaking country would be. It was an even more impressive feat considering the phonic repertoire she had to work with. In all truth, Ryan actually enjoyed talking to her more than he did most human beings, something about her method of speaking, the birdlike chirps always made him feel like he was talking to a sparrow or a robin. "Kit is here, do you remember Kit?" he asked.<br/><br/>Hearing the reasonably upset demands of his grouchy teammate, "Well, first off, those were concussive cannons, they couldn't have vaporized you if you let them draw off of all the power in the city. Secondly, I'm pretty sure I sent out a message on the communicators? Have you been underground lately? Or maybe they're just being laggy. I'll look at yours, if you'd let me." He offered, stretching out his hand, "But yeah, that was me...We had an incident with some guy just waltzing his way in here. It was weird, he didn't say anything, just sorta' stared at Keepa for a second and left. But still, he was creepy. So that, my serious Tameranean friend, is why I turned on the defenses. Oh! Speaking of defenses, if you guys would mind registering yourselves on the way out, that would be wonderful, spare me some work."