Luckily, Rhyme had picked up on the particulars of scanning, the ability to pick out distinct voices and hear them. Whenever Grovyle tried, he just got a bunch of noise from all directions. He got a bunch of Noise, as well, incidentally.

His partner's comments had him thinking, however. "A helicopter that can't be piloted, and a mission to get it to fly. Do you think something like a fan could do it...? Or maybe some wind-like pin?" Grovyle stands from his previous position quickly, however; he didn't like waiting, and wasn't happy with the idea of being erased just because he didn't know his way out of a situation.