Pullo shuffles down the corridor, fingers plucking somewhat distractedly at the trousers he was wearing. Mystique had gotten a great deal of pleasure finding 'proper' clothes big enough for him to fit into from the wardrobe and he was humouring her for the time being, but he was already looking forward to putting his usual outfit back on as soon as he could.

Eventually they reach the hub and Pullo finds the desk where the communicators are stored, indicating the drawer with one meaty finger. "They're in there. You have to do a bunch of fancy stuff to get 'em to work, but don't ask me what. Zoe or someone'll help you if you need it."