Ianthe had experienced damping fields before, but the abrupt loss of senses she took for granted never ceased to be disorienting: as the lights flickered, she staggered a bit, and pressed a hand against a nearby wall for support.<span style="color: teal">"Whoa,"</span>she muttered -- and then, for the benefit of her companions, explained,<span style="color: teal">"Psionic damper just went active. I can't sense anything."</span><br/><br/>Useless for a task like jamming the door, all she could do was cover Toi and Cypher with her Shadow Lance while they worked, wrinkling her nose at the growling and clawing noises.<span style="color: teal">"Sounds like it's freaked out by the damper. We probably don't have much time before it figures out what happened, and comes after us, pissed. Maybe just smash the control panel? Probably won't hold it for long, but hopefully enough time for us to get to the weapons lab."</span><br/><br/>Her wrist-comp gave another quiet buzz, signaling an incoming message, and she looked it over for a moment before keying the device to send future messages straight to her HUD. A pensive frown grew on her lips, and she once again switched out the magazine of her subgun, exchanging a load of what looked to be hollow-point rounds for one containing distinctive viridian-tipped armor-piercers. While hustling with the others towards the R&D lab, she keyed a response to Neymi:<span style="color: teal">"Nearly afraid to ask, but do we know who or what the bearer is?"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>