He gave Wilding a laugh as she sauntered over to him, and rubbed the back of his neck. "I dunno. We do seem to keep getting interrupted as if someone is finding great amusement in doing so. Once a fluke, twice coincidence, but three times is enemy action, and I intend to take rather firm action if it happens again.<br/><br/>Sure, let me grab something from the lab, and see if that might prevent interruptions."<br/><br/>He headed back to the RV, and hunted down the magic and psionic disruptor device, intent on at least ensuring no one was magically or psionically scrying on them for giggles.