Between being surrounded by stunned enemies and having Cortana flitting in and out of his processes, Theta's working harder than he ever has while not taking active fire, and he almost misses the shape at their eight o'clock that shifts, groggily lifting its head and-

"North!"

"Got it." Rifle dropped from tucked under his arm to his hand, and he lazily puts two stun rounds between the shoulders at point blank range, scanning the rest and putting one more in the side of another who chooses a particularly poor time to groan. Then he's back to the panel, murmuring to Theta in the tense quiet of working as quickly as he can through the unfamiliar routine of swapping out wires. "So is Cortana patched in to my armor now?"

"Is that okay?" He has an idea of how little North actually understands what Cortana is, so even when he smiles and shakes his head, he frets.

"It's fine, Theta. You're doing great, but I'll take all the help I can get right now." He hooks up the last connector and gives it a scan, watching the play-along on his HUD blink green in approval. "How's that?"