Plenty creepy. He'd practically apprenticed under New York City's criminal boogieman, after all. But it got the job done.

The visor took a little longer, but soon enough a functional (if not terribly snazzy) visor with a simple open/shut mechanism was pushed up against his hand from... the stone floor.

A voice from beneath the cot came soft and careful.

"The girl is in a cell a hallway to the left. I'm going to try and find out how we got ambushed. Then we're getting out of here. All of us."