[He recognizes what Mosley's doing. Or, rather, he thinks he recognizes it. Finding empty pockets in the door, checking for anything behind it…one of the two. While Mosley's doing that Hiro's exchanging another look with Korra, one that clearly says "is he actually being serious?"

He folds his arms over his chest, staring the man down as he watches him work. It's not so much what he says but rather how he says it that catches Hiro's attention.]

Everybody's gotta start somewhere, right? If you're head of PR though…you've really gotta work on your appearance to the masses. [There's a plan here. There's a plan and his hackles raise ever-so-slightly at the insinuation that this was just a game, that they (he) don't qualify as heroes. All it does is elevate his blood pressure and perhaps it's a good thing he sent Baymax off. He grits his teeth, closing his eyes for a moment before nostrils flare and he faces the door.

…it's unlocked. Wait. Waitwaitwait it's unlocked. And Mosley's just…letting them go through it? There's no way. There's another glance at Korra before he wraps his hand around the doorframe, giving a pointed look at the pair of them.]

We really appreciate the help, Mr. Mosley, but if you're really itching for something to do? Why don't you come with us?

[There's no room for argument. He's not walking them into a trap. Not without some kind of leverage, or at least knowing what they're getting into.

(Oh god what is he doing he's fourteen, he's not even sure this will work.)]