True to expectation, Bentley earned an unimpressed, knowing stare for that, but also true to his hopes, Evan didn't mention it. Instead, he patted the doctor's arm with the back of his hand to get his attention, waiting until Bentley was looking at him and not at the windows that might crack or the harness that might snap or the pressure system gauges that might suddenly go haywire before pulling something out of his pocket. It was a feat of great difficulty, considering there was a belt fastened right above the pocket he was fishing into, but with the right twisting and cleverness, he finally whipped out a handheld inter-global transmitter.

"Let me show you something," said Evan, flipping open the top latch. It was a pretty standard model, a lot like any transmitter seen on the street on any number of planets, but the firmware was clearly modified, from the strange appearance of the screen. Most likely, it was fashioned to look ordinary, as not to garner attention in public, but had been re-programmed to suit the Circle's needs. Evan pressed a few buttons on the screen before turning it to face Bentley. "Know what this is?"

It was a picture, snapped in haste from the look of the slight blurriness near the top of the image, like Evan had had a split second to take it before he had to pull it out of arm's reach. It was a picture of someone very familiar, though her hair was neon green instead of purple at the time of the capture, and she had one hand out, reaching for the device, and one pressed into her face, covering her nose and mouth. Her pallor was no where near as flourescent, but it was beginning to match the tint of her hair.