By the time they got to the house, Nick was already back into his zone, double checking the numbers he was given and analyzing the current spread pattern of the parasites. He was half listening to the things around him as Ava began to unpack, which was why her question came as a surprise to him. He nearly answered without even thinking, which could have definitely led to problems later. Nick snapped out of his arm implanted computer and focused on this as it was presented. Not wanting to let too much time pass and thus give him the appearance of hesitating, Nick spoke up, shrugging off his duffel bags as he did so. "I told you from the very beginning, Ava," Nick said, kicking one of the duffel bags towards the table and the other towards the closet. "I ain't like the stereotype. I don't and won't conscript if the purpose is simply to have maids and toys."<br/><br/>With that, Nick strolled over to the table, plopping down in a seat and pulling out a set of his combat attire. He set them on the table or on the floor, where ever he could find the room for them, before standing. He walked to the hallway, picking up that bag and heading to the bedroom, tossing it on to the bed before walking back, beginning to pull of his coat and kick out of his formal boots "If something happens to you..." Nick began, stopping at the table and undoing his belt. "... If something happens to you, I honestly don't know what I would do."