Tom moves in shadow, a wraith of the underworld. As irate as he is about how useless his powers are here, that doesn't make him helpless, and Molotov's knife in his hand has made him into threat enough to start hunting down others. When he hears conversation, he presses himself against a wall down the corridor, listening in until he can place the voices with faces from the Arena tapes. He's never met Albert, Felicity or Jet before, but he knows well enough that they'll hardly be allies to him here.

He waits. Soon the girl will pass by him, and he can take Felicity as a hostage and 'negotiate' with them. It'll make for good television, a damsel in distress and her gallant pair of knights. The only thing that could go wrong would be if one of the said knights were to pass by first.