Kei moves, jerking to the side and rolling, reflexes born out of plenty of Command Tower practice sessions. He hears the psychic call in his head, and runs over to the other, batting a rat out of the air with his bag. The pounding in his head is getting worse, the visual distortions are getting way out of hand, everything looks bigger than it should be...

He stops next to Kidou, aiming his gun in the general direction of the rats. "What... what now?"