Splinter's on edge, tinkered comms clenched in his hand; results of spending hours in his smithshop building a private means of communication. Yet despite his efforts, a signal refuses to come through; he's too far away, Tera's mass wall a major signal disrupter.
The device is held tight against his side of his leg as he traipses across the watering hole - no smart comments, no kind of pause to make a provocative jibe. There's no time for it and what he plans, remains to be on the catastrophic edge of betrayal if his intentions are ever found out.
In short, if Katana knew what he's built in order to go over her head about his method of handling those that are missing. He doesn't know what consequences would come.
Only hopes he doesn't miss a shot for the first time in his life. Not when it counts. If it ever comes to that.
But he's smiling only because he thinks he's far too clever to get caught at all. Even if Tera has their security ramped into overdrive because of the actions on Remembrance Day. Epitome of narcissism if there ever was one.
He presses himself against one of the trees on the edge of the opening, lake to his left and a leg kicked back as though he's conveying a casual break in his supply collecting, fingers carefully fiddle with the antenna on his comms; quietly mutters about how much he needs this to work.
Splinter: Nic -- is this, Nic is this making it through the wall?
Splinter: I need you, okay.
Splinter: You know why.
