Ever was relaxing his mind half in the net scape playing two different games at the same time while he waited and sipped on his vodka and redbull mix. He was a bit of a sugar fiend – anything that contained high levels of it was at his mercy. He theorized that it due to his latent abilities that he naturally burned through sugar contents far to quickly and thus was always left with an awful sweet tooth! It was as he was pulling another sip that he noticed a flash of blonde and dirty roots as the small-ish young woman entered. He felt she had the look of any young coder, then again he was biased probably by that lovely form she gracefully moved with. He shrugged his shoulder and lowered the glass having nearly killed his first drink by the time she'd arrived. He dove back into his games while he waited.<br/><br/>Brutally murding on retro styled games – he felt new age tech and gaming was a joke – all to easy it was the old school puzzle games that entertained him the most. He was playing centipede in one vid screen on his net gear while the other vid screen was of some silly game of lights and music and keeping an orb at the center dancing around the colors. He played completely hands free with only his mind moving the mechanics of each game. It was only when the messsage screen popped up did his flawless execution falter and his centipede careening with death while the orb and music game simply paused. He quirked a brow as the message scrolled across another section of his half projected visor and smirked. At the bar ey? He thought as he looked past the visor and noticed the blonde again. She did Not look like any of Zero-Day scripter's he'd worked with before.<br/><br/>For a moment he rooted through the net-scape hunting her identity and coming up short for a casual hunt. He was sure given the time he could fox her out but decided it more pertinent that she was harder to find and thus the Iron Federation was not aware of her presence on the planet – just as they were not aware of him. He smirked and pulled back from the net-scape – left his net-gear's visor half projected and killed the drink in his head with a swift upturn of it's end. Then he slid his lanky form from the booth and with one hand in pocket he made his way to the bar.<br/><br/>Everytte James looked like a slacker, with very little wit and to much time on his hand. Of course this was a blatant ruse – only those who knew him would recognize the falsehood of this meandering and slightly slothful walk – of course not many people actually knew him either. She slid up the bar and straddled a stool right next to Nyx “Ey Ed serve me up another please” He said then glanced at Nyx through the half visor, “Oh sorry!” He said in a lazy manner and lifted a hand to brush a hand across the right earmuff – deactivating the half visor to reveal the pair of brilliant crystalline blue eyes – hell they even looked to have a slight glow to them. “What's a pretty little thing like you doing here?” He asked eyeing her over “Look to nice to be a part of the underground like this” He meant of course that this bar was a home to the worst of the worst here on Syken – course there weren't to many other's in the bar either and he by no way projected the air of a hacker just looked like a lazy ass nineteen year old... course this could be no further from the truth. “So what brings you here?” He said a flicker of knowing pulsed from his eyes knowledge and deep understanding he knew and was more than he let on and if she looked she would possibly realize this.