[Mordred's confidence is really something else, isn't it? Ryuji can hardly believe it himself, but he knows from heists in the past that thing that go all too well usually have a trap held out for the party at the end of the road. His apprehension is almost a form of subtle anxiety, and as he affixes his mask to his face just in case, he looks out to his servant, then to Rey and Prompto. Smiles, because confidence, even feigned, is important here.]

Saber, you wanna go after the front and I'll watch the rear?

Mordred... I just don't got a good feelin' about this, y'know?

[Ryuji can't begin to pretend that he understands the finer workings of a radio or how it's supposed to function like this, having only voice chat software from video games to go by.]

Rey, Kenny--- er... Prompto, if there's any sign of trouble you guys see, let us know right away, okay?