Have you seen the riots out there? No way are those controlled.

[When Jaime wanders closer to where Angel is, his voice is not attached to the empty bugsuit, but to his own body. It feels a little weird doing something so obviously catered to the mission in what he had been wearing underneath his suit - something that wouldn't be out of place at school, nothing more than a t-shirt, jeans and some beat up sneakers - but there are more important things at hand than proper apparel and, as much as it pains him to think it, secret identities.

Even when he tries his best to be professional and stay on-task, he has a bad habit of letting other things just slip out of his mouth. Not just blurting out the first thing that he thinks of is a work in progress, and one that is interrupted when he finally sees her, face to face, and says,] Whoa. Cool wings.

[No, don't talk about the wings, don't ask to touch the wings, don't ask if she still has them in real life, they've got a job to do...!]

Uh, right! Something wrong with the insides. I guess all we've got to do is find where the system leads us?