Can do, he'd heard himself drawl in response to Wash's briefing, though by that point he'd already been already stacking and arranging the players just-so in his mind's eye, names and assignments and power sets, building a mental map of operations for if and when it all goes to hell. Since then he's letting his eyes drift in and out of thermals, memorizing what all of them look like on that end of the spectrum, as if most of that won't get thrown out the window at the point of engagement. But it's what he has, that and the shields and the skills that he came here with, so he's going to make the most of it.

"Looks like we get to play street sweeper," he quips to Locus as they all go through their last-minute double checks, waiting for their gate clearance to all charge on out. "Any preferences on how we do this?"