[All Hei receives for the combination of moniker and sagely advice is a twisted, agitated scowl. A panic attack? It would be one of the first of his life - and he's not about to piece together the reasoning for why here, now, in this place. Why in that moment, down there on the street.

He climbs to his own feet and draws closer, eying the interior of the pad.]

Yeah. I've seen shit like this. [Futuristic petty criminal, he's broken into places likelier to have low security.] Probably receiving a signal from somewhere else. You'd either wanna short it out, or... breaking it might trip an alarm. Guess we could still try.

[What other options do they have?

!!] ... Wait.