[Funkduder]

Upon examining the red-haired more closely, Michael figured that she was Babylonian although disguised by the years of travel and the red cloak, when he first met her. "Not a good sign. I'm not welcome there. Hopefully she doesn't recognize me. Hmm...her wounds look fine, shallow although more than a few. The worst is near the tattoo. What is that anyways?" he thought.
Michael got up and explored the library, feeling that with time, the Babylonian should be fine enough to tell him about mind reading, like he wanted.
A number of the books he looked at were about psychic, in the past generations, even during the Calamity. Picking up one, he read about the a psychic named Gerard Gastoof, known for making a wall of iron out of his mind. "Interesting. Maybe my Psychic Block can used that way," Michael thought, making a note to try that at another time.
He then remembered to check his laser. Opening the hatch, he realized that the battery wires were roasted. He'd need to replace the wires if he ever wanted to use it again. Hearing an exchanging of words, he closed the laser, looking to Dante and Feenai just as they exchanged a kiss. He raised an eyebrow at them, knowing better than to interfere with the blind man's... tendencies, but when the young psychic pulled out the succor capsule, he grabbed some food from his regular rations. Noting that he would only have 5 day's worth after this, he tossed a couple of sandwiches to them. "Don't bother with the capsule, lover girl," he teased.
He turned towards his friend, next bringing his thoughts about the saint to the forefront. "If the Saint Typasius is fighting the Rephaim, it will sure be weakened by the time it is finished. Other than him and the other saint, who is wounded, the city will be extremely weakened." Michael paused here for dramatic effect. "It is an opportunity, should we choose to take advantage of it."