He thinks about his team and that experience with them, syncing minds in order to work together for something bigger. Pooch? Yes. He could handle it easily with Pooch. They're both sensible and calm and even with their fair share of mischief. Clay? Aisha? The thing would explode before they even took a step.

(He refuses to even think about Roque)

He pales, though, to think of syncing with Jensen like that. "Mierda," he says, paling as he thinks of all the things he might never look at again if he did that. "You know everything in their minds?"