He paused from the work on the camouflage helmet, trying to get it as 'open and non-confining' as possible, while still doing its job of encasing and protecting the head, providing valuable battlefield intel and awareness to both the user and the console that it was connected to back her at base. His protective armor's helmet was already linked in, and he was trying to figure out how to give unprecedented vision while not revealing her face, he missed Insomnia's entrance. He managed to not jerk at her words, instead looking up at her, and then at the suit, before nodding. "So it would work. Too well most likely. Fair enough."<br/><br/>He turned to one of the nearby minions, and jerked his head at it. "Place it and its stand in the RV, back high storage room."<br/><br/>He would finish the suit later, when the world was ready for it. Or when he was, whichever came first. Still, that meant he could get the Altus V9 worked on, and soon. It was at that point, he realized that one of the minions had turned on the news to a plane crash, somewhere in Arizona, no survivors as one of the wings had ripped clean off, apparently halfway into the flight, diverting around a freak windstorm that was occurring over a nearby military base and its surrounding areas.