He was still sizing her up from behind the veil of slacker that he wore when a giggle escaped her lips and caused a brow to quirk in curious fashion while his blue eyes seemed to twist and tighten their focus on her. She seemed to be swept up in some pattern of thought he guessed – by the way her eyes seemed to look right through him and he felt a bit of familiarity in that look she gave him. He realized a moment later it was because he often gave other's that deep yet distant gaze. He brought himself back to the moment when she lowered her drink and answered him finally. She explained and spoke of the message next though and a half grin pulled his lips crookedly across his face. She was right she didn't look old enough to even be in here – but he also knew looks could be extremely deceiving … for instance himself closer to 500 years old and barely a young adult by appearances. She continued by saying he must be the one who'd sent out the message.<br/><br/>She felt to him a bit blunt in this moment – as though her skills of deception had cracked and he was in a way let down. He wasn't sure he should trust her – though his thoughts had soured a little nothing showed outwardly of his inner thoughts. “A message you say … whatever makes you think it was me?” He asked with a half cocky tone “I come here for the good wifi and the free jacks” He said patting his headphones which were still over his ears. “And really now how much help could someone as small and frail as you be?” He asked leaning in a bit closer a hand coming forward to brush her hair off her cheek. His skin was cold but not without slight warmth. “Clearly someone asking for help would be looking for a good hacker... are you a good hacker?” He asked his posture still bringing him some would say uncomfortably close to her.<br/><br/>His new drink came across the bar and he swept it up lightly in one hand “Cheers mate” he said as took a sip and straightened back up. The RedBull and Vodka burned and tingled across his tongue and his eyes seemed to focus like the lens of a camera again before unfocusing. He straightened back up and continued to drink his sugared fire water while he waited for her reply this time. His mind itched to be on with starting to become bored by the entire interaction which was his way – normalcy and the every day encounters one could have tended to bore his overactive mind, he needed the thrill of the hack to get him going – needed the persistence and pursual of a good anti-virus code after him to get his heart rate going. Or building one of his golems and running it out for a test drive – of course that last bit he hadn't been able to do in a while.<br/><br/>What was more he had trouble picturing this pixie of a lady truly hacking and scripting anything – and for the job he had in mind he would need one hell of a coder. He would also need some heavy lifters – someone that was good at getting past guards, getting other's into places, and all in all simply kicking ass. He wondered about Nyx still while waiting for her reply.