Jean-Paul was still lost in his daze. Between the revelation he learned from his saviors and what he heard Terry say, he wasn't sure WHAT to think. But, for now, he had to get his mind off of it. And to do so, he'd do what he always did - improve the Batsuit.

Because he had arrived just before the invasion, he never got the chance to find the rest of his armor. It had to be somewhere in this room. And knowing his luck? He'd tear apart the place just to find it.

Just as well, he needed something to do if he couldn't improve the suit at the moment.