"Yeah, I got that impression myself." He lets York pull back, reassured by the return to the job, to some semblance of focus. After this, they can talk, but right now the situation doesn't give them that kind of luxury. He steps back, canting his head to the right at the spot where his brain tells him that Theta is, even if he doesn't flicker into view until halfway through his question. "What do you say, Theta. Think we can keep watch for our infiltration specialist here?"

"Can we stay close? I don't know how big we can make the shield yet."

"Good thinking, Theta." North situates himself at the best happy medium between line of sight and shield range that he can reasonably manage in a basement, nestling the stock of his rifle in against his shoulder, ready to aim and shoot.