Mouse had just been looking away from the computers at hand to stare at the magical jabbering man, when suddenly there was another voice. For all the back-up he played on missions, he was far from the suave James Bond figure Trinity or Morpheus managed. So he jumped, startled at the new voice, and dramatically clasped a hand over his heart as he looked back and forth between them.

"E tu, strange guy? Just what century are we in here? Is 'psych' still a thing? Don't tell me that went out of style. I used to be so hip."