[ He cooperates by switching to audio, patching the feed into the internal broadcasting system of his cowl. He still finds it suspicious, but as she points out, now isn't the time. Besides, he has to find Crane and stop him. Before Armstrong does. Before RISE does. Fear grips him, despite the antidote he's taken: He can't get away with this. He has to pay, my way.

And those people. Those screaming people... He has to help them. ]

I had a truck parked nearby too. [ But his guess that this would happen is, if anything, just as suspicious as hers. At almost that exact moment - because Bat-timing - the Batwing would pass over the coordinates Olivier provided, engines crooning. ] I can limit its spread in the northwest corner, toward the densest pocket of campus population. I suggest you focus your efforts elsewhere.