Terry considered the offer, before shaking his head. "Best to stay with the RV and, more importantly, the minions. I would hate to come back and find they had rebuilt the RV into a flying aircraft carrier or something. Besides, if I get the urge to build something, I won't have to run through the hallways to get back to my lab."<br/><br/>He had slept immediately upon returning to the RV, so he had gotten to enjoy his meal before retiring to the lab. He was still in the lab, working on a new shielding module for the Altus mech suit, having finished making a couple modifications to the full body armor suit that was somewhere between his 'concealable' armor and the Altus mech in terms of defensive abilities. He kept working through the klaxons, truly not hearing them until one of the minions grabbed his jacket and tried to pull him from the suit. Situational awareness returned as he whirled toward the minion, righteous fury at being pulled from the 'creation place' dissolving as he paused. He considered the situation, only alarms, no calls to arms, no sounds of battle, nor the ominous silence of being the only one to survive an attack. He calmly reached over and slipped into the full body armor, pulling his trenchcoat and fedora hat on over it, and slung his repaired electrogun and backpack on his back, before stepping out of the RV. Either there would be an announcement to rally somewhere, or one of the minions would figure out where he was supposed to go, and let him know.<br/><br/>Once he knew, he headed for the rally point or briefing room, idly wondering what the issue was.