Her newest text does catch his attention, but does nothing to dispell the leftover crackles beneath his skin.

"I'm not trusting any foreign code blindly, thank you very much."

... But as he sends the text, his audio receptors pick up a pained noise, his head snapping towards Futaba. Fuck, he didn't sense any Shadows coming out of the mansion, and sure, he doesn't like her, but if she's in trouble he has to-

... Oh. There are no Shadows. What is she...? He narrows his eyes. Is she deliberately sabotaging herself? Frustration mounts on top of frustration, and he lets out an annoyed growl.

"I could shoot you right now and you wouldn't have time to dodge while sitting like that. There's no enemies right now, but that can change at any time. At least try to act like you care."

"If you can't keep up, get out, or get your act together. Isn't he your brother?"