Ace looked over to the TV, seeing the news report he was already familiar with. He seemed to glance over to Z for a split-second before looking back at Senna. "Of course I'll help you," he sighed, setting his laptop off to the side. He reached for his prosthetics and locked them into place over the scarred skin of what was left of his leg. "I've already been looking into it." 
Z watched the three for a moment before she walked back into the kitchen and put whatever she was making on pause for a while.