She's been reading up on Aumento's power and may need to have a conversation with him at some point about working together more often, his power seems like a useful security measure against backlash related fuckups. She's developing protocols that work but she's had some scares along the way and is lucky none of them have yet caused permanent damage to her, or anyone else (less likely but still possible if somebody has to bail her stupid ass out because she can't take care of herself. )

She has a water bottle in a sling full of colourful liquid it's actually just flavoured water and she has several more flavour pods with her) and several zip bags with snack bars in them in her pockets (zip bags are faster than stripping off the wrappings). All carefully selected to be something she really enjoys just for the taste even when she has a mental block around things like 'dehydration' and 'low blood sugar'. She has several different kinds of alarms on her phone because even if she's willing to drink or eat things she won't remember that she should without prompting especially when focusing on something else. And being less focused in a dungeon is...also a bad idea. Fortunately her ability to care (at least in a high level moral sense) about negative consequences to other people is mostly unimpeded even at high levels of backlash, even though her affective empathy for their negative emotions is somewhat dulled) so she doesn't have a problem staying focused on her job in a dungeon.                                                                                                                                                                                                                 

They fucking codenamed him raspberry?! It was clever when he did it with his surname but now it’s just stupid! He was so pissed, he was so pissed—

Interesting dungeon, though, which was a nice surprise. The tequila lake was particularly interesting. Maybe they’d let him keep some if he got this done fast. In Russia, he’s always had to go around with a handler—usually Klimka—to keep him from wrestling horses or whatever when he was wildly backlashed, but this time he’d have to be a responsible boy all on his own.

Well. Stranger things have happened.

This is an odd dungeon.  It just attacks people out of nowhere?  And it's all candy themed?  And there are...bacon trees.  So, maybe not candy themed, but food themed.  And it's a new arrival, they don't have any records of it.  So who knows how long it's been around.  Maybe just one piece would be fine, the victims haven't had any problems yet, right?

Mass manipulation seems...kind of weird.  He doesn't really have the physics for the detail work on it, but Fiona looks competent and she's a combat esper and she's still alive so presumably she has a grip on her power.  He role is to keep his teammates alive, smash things, and shoot things, in that order.

He's not really clear on how 'psychic illusions' work, but if Raspberry can conjure up an unbreakable psychic weapon that works on a monster, that would be so sweet, Tim basically doesn't bother using melee weapons more complicated than a rock.  He's tried it before and they don't tend to survive his power use unless they're so overengineered that he has to power up constantly just to carry them.

"It would be nice to have that analysis, if the monsters are actually made of candy I bet they'll break pretty easily if I make them heavier, sometimes dungeons are doing like exactly enough magic to support their physics breaking monsters and if you break physics just little more they kinda fall apart. Otherwise, I can do crowd control by making things slower while Aumento here shoots them."

"Yeah, chocolate pigs?  Probably not paying much attention to the laws of physics.  I mean, they'd melt, right?  I bet a pyrokinetic would take care of them instantly.  But, well.  Confluence.  They get us, instead, we'll just have to break them under their own lack of physics."  Little grin for Graviton?

"It's pretty satisfying actually, when a dungeon is mauling people with kinda ridiculous monsters to just shut them down hard with very little effort."

"Yeah, I can see it.  My power's like that, a little bit.  If there's like, I don't know, regular mosquitos that inject you with super malaria or something?  It'd only take a little bit of power to protect against that.  And uh, speaking of power, do we want to do compatibility testing?  Since we're here?"  Would Graviton like a fist?

Fist.

"Oh, I didn't expect that, wow."

"Hey!  That's pretty good, beats the last few weeks worth of opportunistic fistbumps.  I already have a partner, but.  I uh, I assume you've probably heard about my healing setup?  It kind of went viral after Arrakis."  He's clearly happy about it, but not really used to being a minor celebrity just yet.

"I did hear about it yeah."

"Right.  So, usually I just sit in a room with a bunch of people and let them heal over time.  But if you, personally, get injured, you're welcome to see if I'm doing anything.  We're pretty compatible, there's no reason we couldn't, uh.  Guide.  While you recover.  Maybe between dungeons or something, we can figure it out if it ever happens.  Although I hope it doesn't, of course."

"Yeah, with my backlash..well if I get injured I just go ahead and make the injury worse because I'm not tracking it as a problem...I can tell if I'm in pain technically but it's just...background noise, and I need specific prompting to do anything about it. Also I'm more likely to do things that risk injury in the first place."

"Ooh.  That'd be a bad one to have in a dungeon.  Er, part of my power is kind of a status checker?  I can tell if anyone affected by it is hurt.  I guess I should leave that running on you, huh?"  He pauses for a second.  "No wonder we're compatible."

" Yeah, that's a good idea if you don't mind. You get tired right? I guess it's like, I forget that I have needs and you can't ignore the need to rest? I uh, got pretty sleep deprived during hell week. Also dehydrated which was what landed me in the hospital after I finally passed out."

"Yes'm, exhaustion.  It's not so bad, just a tiny bit to check status is pretty cheap, and I don't have to keep it up constantly.  Just check every so often."

"I'd appreciate it, I have checklists and protocols but...it's good to have backup on that sort of thing."

"Yeah, of course!"  Tim will get a good grade in Team Player or he will die trying.  Definitely at least one of those.  "Anything else I should know about your backlash?"

"Um, that's the most important thing I think, I might want you to help refill my drink at some point, to make it faster. Uh, it's just flavoured water, the flavouring makes it appealing to drink, so I stay hydrated. It's much harder to make myself drink plain water."

"Okay.  I can handle that, feed and water the esper."  He makes a few notes on his phone.

"Right cool, yours is pretty straightforward I guess, how about you Raspberry?" He's Korean so she figures the codename was a random throwaway to fit in in the West, and it's rude to comment on people's codenames in any case, sometimes it's hard to find a good one.

Working across a second language is leaving him well behind the other two’s patter. It takes him a few seconds to recognize that he is being called on, even. Man, they actually use the codenames here, too. Fuck me. “Ah, ‘Misha’ is fine to call me,” he says after a moment. It’s been a little while since he had to actually speak English rather than type it in an anonymous forum. His accent is no doubt strong. Oh, well. “I am fine. Easy backlash. No worries about me.”

The stares that that elicits cause him to think that maybe he should be slightly more forthcoming. It’s so weird to have to introduce himself in a situation like this, after years of having a mostly fixed team. “My powers make illusion of other people’s wishes. You dream of something really hard, I give you it for maybe one hour. You need example: you have chocolate pig? Imagine melting pig in your brain, I make pig to melt. Easy. Maybe gross. But easy.” He smiles reassuringly. Americans love smiling.

Then he rolls his eyes suddenly. “Right. I must to ask first. One of you is okay to touch your thoughts? Is very gentle, you don’t notice.” He smiles again for good measure.

English kind of sucks, actually, but it’s better than his Korean!

"You just see the thing we're imagining?"

Mm, difficult words time. “No, I feel desires like baby tugging on arm asking for go play with friends. Cannot see. Just feel, with my art—xart?—chest dahbstyep beat.” Oh please let them know dubstep, the sounds of his childhood. “Is not invasive or have details. Is like little mystery for me sometime.” Another over-broad smile for the Americans. Maaaaan, he did not like this asking-first thing. He felt like a car salesman. “Is more easy with more strong desire, right? So really kansyentreyt with brain like” he scrunches his face demonstratively, “is most amazing idea in world, then is easy. No need dig around like pey-lyen-toll-ah-zhist.” How did he even learn that word? He doesn’t remember.

"Hmm...that's probably fine then, it seems useful."

“Probably? Is definitely useful. Maximum useful.”