His mouth had given her a smile – his eyes had widened a fraction when she'd mentioned them as partners – a strange concept to him he'd not had one since his last excursion on the Iron Bishop fleet ship. To say the very least that had ended in heartache and betrayal. So he was a little uncomfortable with the terminology but felt his own worries would subside – they had to he needed something big – a rather large thorn if you will – to shove metaphorically up the FEDs asses. As Nyx departed her form dissolving into code he nodded to himself and started to retract from the netscape.<br/><br/>Unlike Nyx his mind was jacked in wirelessly being a Technopath had it's many advantages – that being said his mind was still a little hazy for the first few moment's as he became conscious in reality. It was one of his weaknesses, that span of three minutes after disengaging the netscape that could and most likely would one day get him killed. Sometimes he felt it was harder for him to tell reality from virtual space too – especially when he went in for deep dives lasting more than a few hours.<br/><br/>His head slowly lifted off the back of the booth and the visor vanished from before his eyes as he sat up and stretched. They'd been in there only thirty minutes roughly and he felt a kink in his neck from the way he'd been sitting. Stretching long arms and legs his eyes flashed in the direction of Nyx across the bar from him – their eyes would only meet for the briefest of moments before he looked away – no outward signs of familiarity appeared on his face – in fact after that brief glance he would stand from the booth, his hands sliding into his hooded jacket after pulling the hood over his wild silvery hair.<br/><br/>He then turned and made his way out of the bar he himself also had work to do. He'd need to find out some more things from the files he'd extracted from the FED servers earlier that night – he also needed to look into Luna a little more, as well as Nyx. And he figured it'd also be a good idea to look more into Legion. He made his way along the nearly empty streets heading towards Centraville – his place of residence – not a classy place even though it's name would lead some to think it was a better district. Rain started to fall and the neon signs and flashing lights of the city dawned a hazy glow in the spill.<br/><br/>He knew it was going to be a long night – so he stopped by a vending machine and with a punch of a button had close to 10 cans of his favorite drink Spresso-Drive! It was a concotion of unhealthy energy boosters, sugar, and espresso obviously that most found far to sugary to even sip at – he on the other hand would gladly chug the substance morning noon and night – another issue and weakness of his own he had to consume so much sugar and energy boosters it was practically criminal – just to keep his energy up and his mind working the way it should. He placed the cans in his back pack while keeping one to pop the tab and take a hefty swig. “Ahh!” he exclaimed at the end of his drink before licking his lips and glancing across the street walk – a cat walk for all intensive purposes used to get from one side of the “Street” to the other since the literal street was located some thirty floors down. Hovering traffic swiftly moved above and below this street walk but beyond the traffic he could make out a group of the FEDs Iron Guards patrolling the other side.<br/><br/>He pulled his hood down further to shield his face and block the rain before turning and meandering on like a casual passer by. Once he got back to his apartment he kicked his shoes off – dropped his drinks in a mini fridge in his 'living room' then pulled his net-gear head phones back in place and raised the holo-screen over his eyes. His mind dove inward while staying half anchored to his room – his mind running multiple searchers while activating his firewall – red lines of code spread from his feet across the floor then up the walls before finally connecting on the ceiling, this could not be seen in reality but since he was half in half out he knew his house was a literal fort knox at this point as he dove away hunting online. He would have to work on his Golem a little later in the night he figured as the plot thickened and he learned all that he could about Luna, Nyx, Legion and more on the files he'd extracted.<br/><br/>Things just simply weren't adding up in concern of the FEDs – he noticed many of his own race had been brought in to work on this project too – that would make things more difficult. But he did love a challenge – and if this found him the thorn he was hoping to shove into the FEDs it was worth the risk – even to his own life.