Crow offers a restrained fist pump. He mutters affirmation under his breath. He seems impressed by the Light-disruptor, and thankful for your help, but behind his eyes, you can tell his mind is racing over what this could mean. He's glad he spoke up. He thinks something like this could have easily gotten away from us.

You see Crow flinch as if a literal lightbulb flicked on inside his head. He mentions a report he'd seen: Psions hit the City and stole some tech. Then he'd heard a few Guardians hadn't checked in from field ops, and yesterday, one of their bodies was found. No Ghost. No Light. Dead by what looks like City weapons. He thinks whoever these Psions are, they've been at this for a while.