"I hope that's a good thing." She gives Annah a curious look as she sets the rucksack on the table. The Controller's changed into some very nondescript dark grey clothes. Yeerk issue. What they lack in style they make up in durability.

"And no, not really. I don't usually need to, and it's hard to find competent help where I'm from." Or rather, to get them to spare time for her unimportant side-projects. Telrim unpacks some of the equipment as she replies, setting a box and a breather mask on the table. She taps the box. "Smoke bombs, as requested. How's your night vision?"