Lance looks at her. "Yes. And no I'm not. Your not making my interaction with you something that I'm willing to repeat with someone else." he says bluntly. Looking at her. He looks at her. And eye twitches. He could see in her expression. Too young. No way he is smart enough. Yeah he could read minds but he had not done so. He believes it to be invasive unless dealing with an enemy. She was beginning to have him thinking she was an enemy. "You want to leave? I'd be more than happy to do so if I had not fought the government to save your ass. They wanted to cremate you. I saved your life and your acting very ungrateful." he says. Eye was twitching in agitation.<br/><br/>He looks at her. And shows her the screen. "My invention scanned your mind waves. Your mind waves are eratic. Signs of mental stress or agony. Either that or idiocy." he says sharply. "Are you an idiot Miss General? I happened across your body in the Arabian desert." he says. His tone pointed and his words sarcastic. He glares at her. "This can't read minds but if it could that would be a waste of time. You must be airheaded to think I needed to read your mind to read your expression." he was agitated with her already. "You haven't. Aside from the miracle worker bullshit you said." he was getting angry. And he very rarely got angry.<br/><br/>He ignores her. "You quit then. I really don't fucking care. You quit then you'll let the Arabians truly win the war. But hey...its your choice if you want to screw up a second time." he says sharply. And turns and looks at her. His eyes flaming. "Maybe. It depends on if you can be more nice to me after I saved you from death's grasp." he says. And rolls his eyes. "Fine. Whatever. If it will keep your whining down to a minimul." He calls out. "Jaslo!" ~Yes Lord Lance?~ He looks at her. "Take the General's measurements and get her new clothing. Whatever the heck she wants. I don't have time to play babysitter to do so. Your one of my many AI's...please do this for me." ~Yes Lord Lance.~ The AI says.<br/><br/>He turned away from her. Looking at her. "Yes. What of it?" He sees red. "Your lucky I don't hit women...but your really making me wish I did! I am Native American! I have a skin birth defect which makes my skin tone lighter than the rest of my people!" he glares at her angrily. "You are the most ungrateful person I've ever...EVER dealt with. This is why I stick to my labratory and let the idiots of the world kill themselves off." he says to himself. "My father is Chief Lightningstorm. I bet you wish it was. Bet you think I'm just a stupid kid. Well your just an old lady in that case." he growls and fumes a bit. Forcing himself to calm himself down.<br/><br/>He looks at her. "And as for your name General...I got the bio...nevermind! I am not having a debate with you. To think your the daughter of the famous inventor Thomas Fergueson." he says. "My mentor's kid should have had more respect for a man of science. Just because I'm not eighteen doesn't make me a hormonal moron." he sighs angrily. "Listen. You hate me and I saved your life. What kind of person does that make you? I don't hate you. You made a mistake. Your human. Humans make mistakes." He looks at her. Handing her a normal laptop. "Here. Look me up in the governmental database if you don't believe me. My full name is Stormyriver Desertwinds."