Too bad. I don't have the tech on me for that. [He sticks his hands palms up and shrugs at the same time, as if to say "ah well."] Nothing about this situation really called for a whole lotta preparation..

[Something about this station tells Jason that if he had a chance to have a proper look around, he'd find the tech he needs, but that isn't happening anytime soon. He can fight through a bunch of normal thugs, but the numbers here are too high—and the additional meta-factor means that it'd be suicide.

And like hell is he going to go out that way. (Or at all. Jason't not keen on dying again anytime soon.)

He blows out a breath, moving to join her near the counter, but he leans against it from another side instead of sitting on it.]

So what's the story?

[The question is asked while he keeps an eye on their surroundings. He's trying to look casual, but he remains alert.]