"Doesn't everyone?" North's canted eyebrow is audible rather than visible, thanks to his visor, but he hadn't heard yet of anyone getting dropped into the middle of this mess without a shiny new superpower or two. He spares Sigma an acknowledging glance, though the reassurance just falls into line with what he'd already been assuming.

"Okay, let me- um." Cortana doesn't . . . seem to have left him an obvious way to reach out to her, and he's so used to working within the Mother of Invention server channels that troubleshooting how to make contacts here is befuddling for a moment. His focus switches from guard duty to the job at hand. Just for a second or two. "I'll find it!"