Gibney straddled his intended victim, snarling through his mask, holding until he heard the near-silent crackle in his ear which meant that the communications between the truck and himself were disrupted. Every noise he made was monitored and recorded, so this window of silence was a rare opportunity, and one he could simply not overlook. His voice came out in a low growl, it hardly used for anything beyond snarling and grunting since his capture.
"Van," he rumbled close to Lorna's hear. "It's close. Listening. Stop it. Now kick me." He gave her a moment to take it all in, then braced his body, bowing to brace for the kick he had ordered. He was ready to hurl his body backwards to give her freedom from his claws and space to 'feel' for the van with her abilities, if she chose to do as he requested. She had no reason to trust him, he knew, even if she did recognize him. He sprang backwards, rolled and skidded, and then put on his best enraged snarl for those listening in. Just to keep up the game.