A pang of disappointment crept into Kaz's chest when she turned down the invitation, which concerned him slightly. Why did it bother him? He wasn't asking her to a fancy dinner, after all. It wasn't like he was incredibly into her, either; they both seemed to enjoy just being themselves and having a little fun here and there. Perhaps it was revenge for turning her down the previous night. If that was the case, then he wouldn't ask again, and would strongly consider not taking her up on an offer if she made one. The more time they spent together, the more she frustrated him. It bothered Kaz that he couldn't at least find some sort of common ground with her, and it seemed that no matter what he did, it was always wrong, which was a sensation he was already very much acquainted with.<br/><br/>If she didn't like him, it was fine. He was used to that as well. Plenty of people disliked or even hated Kaz because of his incredibly high standards and his willingness to display his displeasure when he deems it appropriate. However, Shira seemed to exist on both sides of the line. She showed him two sides, but the middle ground was, apparently, quite vast when it came to their interactions. No matter which side of him he displayed, Shira did not enjoy it. If she didn't enjoy his personality, then the next logical step was simple enough. His eyes never left her's, and while he could have displayed his confusion and pain over the whole thing, he decided to remain aloof about it. There was no point in getting angry, or let down.<br/><br/>"Have a good night," was all he said, nodding to the bar's owner. Ceres was staying busy, and wasn't around when he stood up. Thankfully he didn't have to drive anywhere, or else he'd have to call a cab. Though he was intoxicated beyond being tipsy, he manage to navigate himself back to his home without incident. For a little while he sat on his bed, going back through the evening's events with a magnifying glass, trying to determine what it was that he was doing wrong. Was it so bad to want a friend, or just someone to share a night with? It was frustrating, to say the least, but by the time he went to bed, he had already made some decisions. He'd stay away from that establishment from now on, which was disheartening but not the end of the world. He'd keep things professional between himself and Shira, strictly business. Becoming a robot was just part of the process for him.<br/><br/>**<br/><br/>The next morning, Kaz woke up a little earlier than usual. He went through his morning PT, showered, ate breakfast, then made his way down to the hanger. Something bothered him about the previous day's performance, so he threw on a maintenance jumpsuit and started to dig around in the propulsion system. He didn't understand everything about his mech like the techs were supposed to, but he knew enough to be able to spot any glaring errors. The diagnostic software in the primary memory drives proved to be somewhat useful, and he trusted his rig. Still, software wasn't always foolproof.