"We got everybody, now?" Wrench asks, as he stretches' back out into the space he'd vacated to spare his knees. He leans forward a little, on top of that, and Sitara puts a hand to his chest, pushing him back.

"Everybody but badboy17," Sitara answers, already having done a headcount. She glances at Aiden, then, who shrugs, before firing off a text to Clara on his phone. He figures she's fine, but it can't hurt to check -- or to give her a heads up that one of New York's DedSec cells is here, if she'd rather avoid the exposure.