He smirked, and kept stripping, showing he had been wearing a skin tight suit as the power source finally disconnected, and an impressive collection of scars and discolorations from wounds that had been only partially and inexpertly treated at best. Clearly, the life of a free lancer villain outfitter was a perilous one. Well, either that or he was prone to testing gadgets on himself without a medical facility. "Figured you would be around here somewhere. Though not in the changing room, I will admit."<br/><br/>There was a slight hissing noise as he yanked the power source loose and tossed it to the side, opposite from the voice, figuring that was where she actually was. He winced as the slightly burned skin on his back protested the movement, though since it was already scar tissue he didn't feel it as much as he might otherwise have. He started getting dressed, idly curious as to which of the guards had x-ray vision, as it was only an uncommon mutation in the current times. The power source began quietly hissing and melting in the corner as its final containment buffer failed, and he watched it with minor interest, curious as to how far it would burn into the floor. "So, what can I do for you, ma'am? Good illusion magic, even my best magic sensor didn't detect you. Gonna have to do some more sensitivity upgrades on it. Maybe this time I won't blind myself during testing for a week."