( Making an itemized list of what Lance can do is definitely one of those five hundred questions, so it'll come up later, at least.

He nabs a shield as they pass, and the blue glow to his chest is only discernible if you squint. It thins. Lengthens a little. Curves in places to better compensate for wind shifting the direction of the rain around. To be honest, he's see people doing far more obvious shit than his, so he's not all that worried about getting spotted. )

Definitely. It'll be a lot easier to problem-solve later if we can get specifics. I used to go out on these runs back home, not because I'm like... a great shot or anything like Nate, but pattern recognition. The way they moved was predictable. Math'll save your life sometimes.

( Knowing if Lance can teleport twenty-five feet or thirty can make the difference in advice toward decision making in precarious situations. It might not seem like a lot, but when you're doing Quick Maths in the field and you can get as precise as Ian can, it's big.

He made a wrong decision before he woke up in New Amsterdam. He doesn't want to do that again.

As an aside: )

You want me to--

( A nod at the shield they're passing off to Lance. He could do his thing, make a few improvements. Quality of life, you know? )