Mobius & Sharon
Mobius's internal monologue was something along the lines of askfjtukfhgaoga, something that happened relatively often when he was around Sharon - she was a lot more experienced with weapons and hand-to-hand fighting than he was (he sat behind a desk for the equivalent of a thousand years; going through a TVA field simulation at their gym was a lot different than choking a man out with your thighs) but he still did his best. They were attacked by a flurry of Dark Elves - he saw most of it, in a blur, and the only thing he could think of to do was to whack that thing with the fire poker.
"You're doing great, hon!" he complimented as thwack - the weapon made contact with a body (a vulnerable part of it - temple, eyes, something?) and he heard a squish and practically smelled the sear of it, like meat bathed in the vapors during a 4th of July barbecue. Apparently Dark Elves didn't react well to iron.
But, right, disheveled. He sort of was too, though he took a moment to breathe and reached for the TemPad. "Yeah, I can do that," he nodded. "We'll also make sure no Dark Elf gets through there?" That would honestly be the last thing anyone needed - it was already bad enough that the Tower had been compromised multiple times from the inside already.