"Modified how?" Micah even almost forgets their unease around guns, watching Eames's face rather than his hands. And by whom, since Micah knows Eames isn't an engineer by trade. But they go silent when the elevator creaks to a halt on the hangar deck, staring out as the doors grind open.

And no guns jump out to greet them. Micah lets out a provisional breath and leans slightly to glance out the side of the elevator, but doesn't move otherwise. They look over at Eames uncertainly.

"Maybe they haven't alerted security on this level yet?"