He heard chatter on the comms, that security teams were inbound, but he was focused on the creature in front of him. "Yes, I can. Who are you and why are you here? This is a restricted area."<br/><br/>He had a feeling he was going to be mass producing these little boxes soon, and likely having to improve them considerably once word got out on what the 'insane' saw and talked too. This was how plans, no matter how carefully concealed, got out. Something that was so intrinsically magical or psionic that it couldn't be without it, or likely couldn't for long. All in all, it would massively slow down his work on items for the team and himself, he suspected.