"North Dakota. Too many syllables for the middle of a firefight," he replies, in the vaguely dry drawl that only ever means that he's enjoying the back-and-forth despite himself. This is fine, Maine at his back, Felix idly bullshitting with him in a way that feels instantly, comfortably familiar.

"Same thing. Escort duty, shields as needed." He makes an illustration shield over the palm of his hand, a little stable orb of interlocking hexes that he gives a few demonstration raps of his knuckles before letting it pop out of existence. "Scaled up, of course."

While his attention is on that, Theta pops over to the Freelancer communication channels, curious. After all, he's been working with Cortana. And so has Delta. And it seems like they've been exponentially more successful for it. And if there's anything this brother likes, it's new ideas.

"Um- Sigma? Are you working with Cortana too?"