Bobby carefully mutes his mic. "Something not good," he says vaguely. "Either interference on the phones or the lights going out I could accept on their own, but together..." He shakes his head. "I've seen enough movies to know something's going down."

He carefully turns on his own phone's light, then starts picking up his speakers. He doesn't want to leave these things laying around, in case somebody's planning to pull a Callaghan. He pauses as Lee jogs past.

"Legs! Where're you going?"