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    Шhat do you feel? Guilt? The proud extractor didn't dare to exhale a response to the thoughts that hailed her, remaining close-lipped. There was a cold draft running over her nerves within, like a glacier over the far-reaching expanse of a terrain and she shivered slightly. Memory recalled it as fear. She knew she was afraid. Afraid of a particular no one she slipped behind her consciousness. Evangeline couldn't quite admit it to the rest of her team, now all ready after rounding them together here with much effort, to share their minds with her in Victoria's dream. What for? She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply while her shoulder blades pressed into the back of the chair, willing the word to mind. Inception. All would join, except Mikael, of course. As a chemist was optional for taking part of any extraction, having to administer doses of certain chemical compounds to all involved in the dream-sharing and monitor those who went to sleep, Mikael chose not to join. He was not required to fulfill the role of a dreamer, so why allow his (paranoid) mind to be opened to others if he had the choice? Glancing over those who sat around him in the warehouse while one hand remained trained on the Infusion Trigger within the PASIV device placed on a table right before him, he relaxed a bit. They seemed content to do the task, Artemis, Isabela, LJ, and Silas all... or Sen, whichever personality was looking right at him without blinking. A slightly unnerving stare. Which, according to Evangeline's curt instruction on differentiating between the two, would likely be Silas. Mikael glanced over at the extractor, inclining his head as if to question for when to join their seated company as well as Evangeline herself, to Victoria's mind. The female android was taken by LJ (a reverse engineer who exhausted his options in doing what he could for his longtime friend) upon her shutdown, and placed here once Evangeline-also a talented engineer capable of navigating Victoria's complex systems without much difficulty, apparently-mentioned that Victoria held a human brain within her mechanical cranium. Looking over at Victoria beside her, the very mark of their heist to be performed within her mind, the extractor pressed her lips together. This was not going to be an easy feat. She knew however as she searched for consent within the eyes of each of the individuals around her, that if this team couldn't bring Victoria's mind back to where it once was-couldn't reveal Victoria's own secrets to herself, nobody could.  She just didn't count on her own subconsciousness as a threat to saving Victoria. Or her possibly compromising her entire team. With the final look of approval given by their chosen architect, Artemis, whom she'd much preferred to have build the dream spaces they were to immerse themselves within instead of herself, she turned to Mikael. "Now."