Gifts, abilities, astral projectors... what in the hell has he gotten himself into? He remains quiet, outwardly changing very little, but the Empath would be able to feel the internal changes if she wished to. His calmness on the inside was slowly being consumed with an anger that did not seem warranted, but which from him, was.<br/><br/>Of them all, he might have the most practical skill sets for whatever shadowy organization was being made here, but his own knowledge of his abilities and what they mean are abysmal. As far as he was concerned, their really wasn't anything all that special about him. He was just a tough son-of-a-gun who had some vivid hallucinations, and the romantic wish that it be something more then that.<br/><br/>His attention slowly slipped over towards Richard, whom was the apparent recipient of most of this anger. From his perspective, this was not some joyful connection he could make with someone gifted or cursed or whatever the hell it was that you wanted to call it. No, to Ivan, this was all a god damned farce, and now he was out all the money, time, and effort he put into getting out here in the first place, and only had to look forward to cutting remarks of other officers for going off half-cocked on some wild goose chase.<br/><br/>"Hey, you two." he suddenly says, his voice relatively calm, but with just the lightest amount of anger in it; enough that an average person might not notice it, but Rachel might be able to pick up on it if she was using her power.<br/><br/>His comment is aimed at the newest comer, and at Richard, since the two seemed to know each other. "Just what in the hell kind of a pig-in-a-poke are you two up to, hmm?" He managed to come across as sounding impatient rather than angry; and he was feeling that, as well.