He had honestly expected a BIT more reaction, but concealed it with the expertise of a two year old losing their candy. He muttered something under his breath, before heading for the changing room. "Be back after I change. Have the course ready for me when I come out."<br/><br/>It was one of his first, and oddly enough better, pieces builts, having survived with only minor repairs needed. It had several different stealth systems that worked seemlessly, but only for a couple minutes before the heat sink over loaded, causing him to appear on thermal cameras at first, and then on all of them as an burning inferno a few minutes after that. It was, however, an improvement on the harness Hotfingers' had gotten, as it would, for the first few minutes, conceal him from every type of sensor, including basic eye sight. For added amusement, he activated it in the changing room after about five minutes, and yelled from the side as he opened the door to slip out. "Sorry, fell against the opening panel, be out in a minute."<br/><br/>He then moved through the course as fast as he reasonably could, trusting to the suit to actually do it fucking job. It might not be completely perfect, but it would work well enough to get him in and out without setting off an alarm immediately.<br/><br/><em>(Stealth suit grants '<strong>near perfect stealth</strong>'<br/>Stealth bonus from roll = 2)</em>