He nodded to the guards, as one of the minions tossed him some tools, which he stored in the backpack as he took off at a jog. At the yelling woman's voice, he overcharged the leg servos, and leapt forward, landing in the helicopter and skidding forward to hit the opposite side before he arrested his forward momentum. "Dammit, inertia dampener crapped out again."<br/><br/>He stood without moving through the takeoff, and grabbed one of the overhead handles to ensure he stayed steady. He glanced over the team, glad the full helm kept them from noticing the direction of his eyes, because he met each of theirs in turn, trying to gauge them. He frowned at the slight woman off to one side, wondering why she had seemed to recognize him, before dismissing the concern as irrelevant. "Whats the situation? And who has operational command? And might I ask for names, or are we just using the code/nicknames?"