Proud as Theta is of getting that right, he is what he is - and the thought of utterly disintegrating some fortifications appeals to the part of him that remembers why he was made in the first place. "Ooh! Can we do that before we leave?"

Despite sharing a few neural walls with Theta, North absolutely does not see that one coming. No sooner is he twisting in his seat to make sure he's seeing what he thinks he's seeing than Wash blips right out of existence, leaving an unmanned control panel and an open door that he rolls the Warthog-ball through before someone can catch on to what's happening and shut them out again. He doesn't floor it immediately - partially because not long after the walls go clear, he bumps them up into and along one, the sphere skittering and scraping along invisible concrete as he rolls them along the length of it with the warthog tipped onto a lazy diagonal. Course correction's a secondary concern and something he trusts Theta to lean into, he's scanning the field as quickly as he can put it together, into and out of thermal range until he spots a pair that's smaller than the others, lit-up in brighter oranges and reds on thermals, and outside of that matching in a way that immediately jumps out in a sea of subtly different silhouettes.

"Two o'clock?" he checks, already heading that direction, because if he's seen it then Cortana's already had time to double-check.