[Rean is nearby, even if he isn't always seen, cutting a dark silhouette with his long black coat and glasses (for disguise this time). There are far, far too many layers to be comfortable, and this late in the month he's starting to feel the itch of wings awkwardly growing in-- but there are bigger matters at hand.

He steps in close, his voice soft so as not to attract too much attention. Casual as can be.]

Towa, [he whispers warmly.] I found out where they're holding them. [It was pretty easy to spot the fortifications from this far away. His sight is... much better than it used to be.] We can either join in the distraction here or help the extraction team.

What do you want to do?