Alexis
The detail feeding from Smasher's optics far eclipsed any input that could be given by organic eyes; the girls heartbeat accelerated slightly under his intense stare, and he could see, in fine detail, her body begin to excrete sweat as a response to her nervousness. Ah, how a meaty body could betray you. The bone-rattling music, the constant buzz of conversations, all seemed to take a nosedive in volume as Adam focused on this singular person, was she just suicidal, or was there an ulterior motive?

"I can speak, though I wonder *Why* I should waste breath on an inconsequential sack of meat. Care to enlighten me?" Adam questioned, leaning down further. His Dragoon body had eliminated most annoyances often found within its fleshy counterparts; things such as back pain were no longer a concept to the full borg, which was a blessing when getting face-to-face with someone almost two feet shorter than himself.
Carl
-Tiffany, was startled by the sudden voice, but appreciated how it disrupted the deep silence between them. The man's unexpected question, particularly the label he gave, caught her off guard. As he leaned forward, revealing a bit of bod that lived up to the description of being a "Full tank," With barely any skin visible except for a stretched and blotched patch on his face.

"Oh, um, I mean, you don't have to... I just thought, since it's a party, you know, socializing and stuff," Tiffany responded, her body shifting to both side occasionally, the intensity felt heavy on her as her voice betrayed a hint of shakiness as her brain scrambled for an appropriate response. -

"Well um, I'll just get outta of your way... If there isn't much you want to talk about," - She added, taking a few steps back from the booth to avoid annoying him any further then she probably already has. -
Alexis
Ah, now there it was. Genuine, unexpected terror. Even when Adam had been like her; an unimportant man or flesh and blood, he'd relish the feeling of control he had in moments like these. It complimented his cyberpsychosis well, actually. He was *Special* In that sense, able to function normally in society despite his malicious thoughts and tendencies, the majority of which focused on this particular person shaking before him. 

"Oh *No* You don't." The cyborg lifted a sleek, dark hand; catching onto her shoulder with cold fingers. It was a grip she couldn't have possibly escaped; not without outside aid or divine intervention. He was also *Fast*, his arm snapping through the air like a viper. It was amazing he was able to keep from accidentally breaking her, given her inferior *Meaty* Body.

"You've approached *Me*, it's not something you just get to escape so easily." Adam Smasher growled, forcing a large, metallic finger against her chest. He didn't quite push so hard as to inhibit her breathing, but it still felt like the tiniest push might *Go through* Her. There was a sense of sadism radiating from Adam, present even without a malicious stare or smirking lips. It was just his aura; how he held himself. Tiffany was subject to his whims, currently. The poor thing.
Carl
-Tiffany's startle was palpable as his hands firmly gripped her shoulders, creating a hold that risked any escape attempt, possibly risking dislocation or worse. But the man's initial words made her realize she had landed herself in trouble merely by approaching him, she met his optic eyes, attempting to conceal her anxious expression, though he most likely saw right through her. The thought dawned on her that he probably enjoyed this situation. -

Tiffany stammered her words, as she responded to his comment. "Oh no, I wasn't trying to escape... Would never. Just felt as if my presence was an annoyance to you." -She bite her lips disliking that she could audibly hear herself stumbling over simple words, probably fueled by a mix of being halfway drunk and her natural bodily response, though she was sure the alcohol was wearing off. A faint whimper escaped her breath in fear as his metallic fingers pressed against her chest, capable of knocking the breath out of her if he chose to. -

-But despite being unable to visibly see his expression, she could feel an ominous aura that hinted at his sadistic and malicious intent.Causing Tiffany to dart her eyes frantically around the club room, purposefully avoiding his gaze, sensing that this encounter was going to extend future then she expected. -
Alexis
Adam's firm grip likely left bruises on her fragile body, the sensation of hot pain sharply erupting throughout her body the longer his grip persisted. She tried to remain strong, they *All did*, and failed marvelously. He would've smiled, if he'd been in any other body; unfortunately the Dragoon frame's mouth was hidden beneath the layer of subdermal armor protecting his face. Oh well, he'd enjoy this anyways. 

"You knew this, yet approached anyways? Bold... Dumb as fuck, yes, but *Bold*." He released her shoulder, instead seizing her cheeks with his metallic fingers; forcefully turning her head back on him. "You can't afford distractions now; not with the deep hole you've dug yourself." Adam growled, applying more pressure on her poor chest with his singular finger; shoving her back against the nearest wall. 

"I came to enjoy the revelry, but instead I've got to teach another dumb *Whore* A lesson." Adam Smasher leaned down, her eyes inches from his own optics. The light reflected dangerously off them, as if his *Stares* Could kill. Ah, wouldn't that be a fine addition to his cyberware?
Carl
-She tensed, sensing the bruises forming under his firm grip, feeling her body reacting to the impending discomfort. Despite the regret flooding her, she kept her gaze fixed on the dance floor, if she could rewind time she would've to stop herself from approaching him. However, that fleeting thought vanished as his grip shifted, seizing her cheeks and compelling her focus onto him. Her facade of strength crumbled as his words weakened hr, realizing she really fucked up. -

-Beneath her breath, she hissed, the pressure of his finger increasing on her chest, caused her heartbeat to echo in her chest as it picked up the speed. Her body yearned to react reflexively to the escalating pressure, but the realization of his metallic stature, and being **Twice** Her size wouldn't have done much, nor would running as he showed how much quicker he was at her early attempt. -

-Her eyes seem to pleaded as his next words hung in the air, her lips parting to release panicked breaths, the intensity heightened as he leaned forward, their eyes mere inches apart, it felt like she was staring into death itself which in the case he could've done. Her breath hitched a big, as she attempted to formulate an excuse, but words eluded her, leaving her to stare at him, and anticipating what exactly is about to happen. -
Alexis
Ah, if only he had the capacity to feel as he once did. Don't get him wrong, cyberware was able to transfer touch quite profoundly from his cybernetic fingers to his brain, but it didn't quite feel the same. However, her instinctual jerks at his harsh touch were still a welcome sight and feeling; the way she squirmed against his inescapable grip, her strength crumbling away against his control. Oh, how he'd relish the details...

"On second thought, perhaps you aren't a totally useless cut of meat." He finally relieved her chest of his intense touch, letting the bulky arm drop down out of sight. "I could use some *Entertainment* For the night. Lucky me, that someone as fucking stupid as you are wandered my way."

The malicious tone echoing from Smasher's robotic voice was as cold as ice. If he had his mouth, he would've been grinning; a psychotic, terrifying thing. Machines whirred and clicked, as the cyborgs arm began to open up; plates sliding back or propping up. A golden barrel flopped up from within his forearm; the only tying on him that reflected light, rather than absorbing it.

 "I hope your *Last words* To your friends and family were... Suitable."