"Good afternoon, I'm Kuroko. Nice to meet you. Yeah, I read the report."

She can do a handshake. She doesn't expect this to be much either way, though she's alert for surprises.

(It's not)

Well, it's better than nothing.

"Great.  I'd like to, er, guide as we do rescue duty.  If that's okay with you.  And if we find one of those ghouls or whatever they are, we can give killing it from stealth a shot, if it looks winnable.  My backlash is exhaustion, so I don't plan on using my power constantly.  Not on a high level, at least."

"Mine is attention seeking. i can go pretty high on it if necessary if I definitely have someone to talk to, though obviously I prefer to avoid pushing it to far. At high levels I can get...pretty unpleasant to be around for most people. Also it wrecks my priorities and makes me act irresponsible. I'm fine with handholding. I do need you stay close by in order to keep you stealthed. Doesn't have to be literally handholding if we need to separate a bit to get through a tight spot, but within two meters.Otherwise the backlash cost goes through the roof. I sometimes use bungee cords, as a reminder. You good at killing things in one hit? I generally avoid shooting things unless I'm pretty sure I can take them in one shot cause it gets a little bit expensive if they're alive long enough to need to not notice what is hurting them.. Also guns are loud."

He grins.  "So, you know those huge rifles they use to take out APCs and heavier-duty dungeon monsters?  If you can make yourself monstrously strong, you can cut one down to pistol size."  He pats a comically oversized pistol holstered on his kevlar vest.  "If you can't take down something with this, it can't be taken down by standard stuff.  ... It is pretty loud, though.  I can't fire it without my power goi-.  Uh.  Did you get the memo about my power, I'm pretty open about it."

"Well, we can try that. You've got sharable strength, toughness, and regen, right?"

"Yes'm.  I'm planning to surf my backlash for the two of us at net-zero.  It won't be much, but I don't think we'll need much for steam?  I might try a finger first."

"No need to ma'am me. Kuroko will do. It depends how hot it is I assume. Steam can get pretty hot, especially if it's been under pressure. Probably a smart move to test something small first."

"Kuroko, then.  You ready to head in?  Anything you want to check before we go for it?"

"I've been through my checklist. I'll cover you when we get in. And you can cover me I guess."

Brisk nod.  He draws his comically oversized pistol, and then hops through.  What's it like in here?

Well, it's dark.  It's just about barely lit by a combination of portal light and a really old-fashioned fluorescent lightbulb, swaying gently from the ceiling.    The pitch and roll of the ship is noticeable, but it isn't too bad.  Except for how sometimes it is - it will occasionally hit a huge swell and yawn almost twenty degrees.  And Tim isn't...quite...stooping constantly, but he definitely will be if he wants to go near some of these lightbulbs.  Or underneath a pipe.  Or through an airlock.

The area as a whole has a grungy, industrial vibe - the place looks like it was stripped down of any aesthetic value.  Pipes and exposed wires hang from the walls.  Smears of...probably oil..? adorn the walls.  The floor and ceiling are both riveted steel.

It's definitely a place that'll make anyone uneasy.  And...was that a rustling noise in the distance?

She comes through right after Tim and immediately extends her power to cover him.

"Creepy. Anyway, you're covered so nothing will know either of us is here that shouldn't."

She's keeping her voice down to a murmur, though not quite a whisper.

Even she's going to have to duck under some of those pipes and wires and she's pretty average height.

"I haaaaaaaaaaate this."  He's got shirtsleeves on, and he's willing to...huh.  Two can't really walk abreast here.  "I think we have to crabwalk if we want to guide here, do you want to take point?  Or maybe I should, so I can watch my head..."

"You are also the one holding the big gun. I just have a medium gun." she points out.

"Makes sense.  Here, uh - " Handhold?  Being used to this sure would have been nice in middle school.  Ugh.  Don't make it weird, Tim.  "Maybe we'll even find something I can shoot.  I hope so."

Handhold. Very casual like. They're professionals.

"And people to save."

Of course.  Casual professional handholding.  As one does.

"That's right."  Okay, haunted? creepy ship.  He takes a second to take stock of how he's feeling.

Nervous?  That's pretty normal, it is a dungeon.  And this one's creepy.  Hm.  Prrrrobably not psychic, just a dungeon with a creepy theme.  "Okay, let's do this.  We're on a timer with our powers."  He takes a second to give them both a net-negative amount of protection, and begins the journey.  "You take spraypaint duty, if you don't mind?  Normally I do it, but."  Handsqueeze, and a gesture with his pistol in-hand.

What was that noise?  Just a rattle of steampipes...right?

"Got it.." The spraypaint is readily accessible.And then she's going to keep her mouth shut for long enough that they can both listen carefully.

Yeah.  Just steampipes.

Probably.

"This is going to be a long one."  And he'll proceed into the murky depths of the cargo ship, looking for civvies.  "Is your power selective?  Can you make us audible to victims, but not monsters?"

"Yeah. I chose who is and is not allowed to notice me and the people I'm protecting. I pretty much never use it on people except as a power demo. So the victims can hear us."

"Oh, that's so convenient!  Uh, mind your ears for a second - hellooooo, out there!  Esper rescue team on deck!  Holler if you can hear me!"

No response is forthcoming.  Just an echo through the deck.

"They must not be close. Or able to talk." Which is a pain but she has somebody right here to talk to.