Lance didn't turn around when she went towards the shower. He wasn't a horny teenager. He was more mature and thought with his brain not with his pants. He ignores her until after he heard her dress. And even then he was still typing away on the virtual keyboard. He types like there is not tomorrow. "I see...I guess you must have. I went back to work while you showered. I told you I wasn't going to look. Besides I have more important things to do than watch a woman go from dressed to naked to dressed again." he says bluntly. "That is the order of events that most likely occured." he says softly. Turning around when she spoke outloud.<br/><br/>He looks at her. Wondering why she was apologizing for that. "Your forgiven. I am sorry for freaking out when you did start crying. I have never been good with emotions. And never around crying. Crying is something I do not recall dealing with except when I was very young. Before my biological father sent me to live with yours. To be his understudy." Looking at her. "I am not used to dealing with females as I have said. I have not dealt with any females before. Not on a face to face basis. And never before under non-business circumstances."<br/><br/>He turns back to his work. He looks at the screen. Touching what at first would appear to be a plexiglass thing but upon close look reveals it is a strange computer screen. He begins to move between documents and screens. "Your father kept me by his side. Even when there was female scientists around he would not let them interact with me. And vice versa." he explains. "I have never quite understood why." he says simply. Listening to her. "Your used to people being too afraid to speak their minds. And I was merely treated you as an equal. I do not play games. And I do not deal with women. Your are as I said...the first."<br/><br/>He continues working and you can see a three dimensional diagram form from a dot on the screen. It begins rotating as he listens to her. "I don't think it Emily...I know it." he says matter of factly. "Yes your wish to quit was hurried. You must not let not only the troops but yourself fail. If you can not be there for yourself then General...you can not be there for your troops." He falls silent again. Turning as the hover chair spun him to face her. Looking at her hand. "What am I supposed to do with your hand?" he asks. A HUGE indication of just how little human interaction he has had. ~Lord Stormyriver...I believe that you are to shake her hand. A type of gesture that is recorded in the internet archives.~ He listens and then ackwardly takes her hand. "This is such a strange gesture thing." he shakes it.<br/><br/>And then he types onto the side of the chair. It raises into the air and he grabs things from WAY up high on the shelves. He then types into the chair with his free hand and it lowers to the ground once more. He listens to her speak. "It is fine. Please stop apologizing. Such things as whether or not your were a monster is unsubstantial  to starting anew wouldn't you agree Emily." he says softly. Looking at her. "Emotions governing you?" he echoes like this was a foreign concept. "......" he thinks. Shaking his head. "I'm not even going to ask how emotions can govern a person." he says decisively.<br/><br/>He listens to her. "Friends...I've never had any friends. And I have no knowledge of how to be around females. Your deduction of experience aiding in the understanding and learning to deal with women...is quite accurate." he pushes the glasses up. Turning around. "Unfortunately your father has told me such an experimentation is not necessary. Though I will admit I have often wondered why that is."<br/><br/>He turns to look at her. "You were sent away to that girls school \correct? I was sent to live with your father when I was around seven years old. I was told all about you yet I never met you." he says simply. Looking at the computer and types in a few more things. The computer three dimensional image becoming filled with color a bit. He looks back at her. "Most likely. He said he wanted you to be the best you can be. And that males would be a distraction. That included me. Because as a seven year old I wanted to meet the daughter of the man I would be studying under. As you can tell that never occured. Instead I kept up with your career and what not."<br/><br/>He turns to the screen yet finds it hard to type. He stands up and you can see beneath his half buttoned lab coat is a pair of native american pants. "Why is it he didn't want us to meet I wonder? By mathematical calculations your only seven years older than me." he smiles. "Well...also you have a few enhancements in your stamina, your strength, your speed, and your dexterity. Which of course is part of flexibility. Those were brought on as part of the skin regeneration process. I just thought I'd give you that heads up." he sighs and turns away for a moment.<br/><br/>"Shall we get you back to the battlefield in a few days or weeks? I have the governments permission to join the battle. Using my inventions. This was granted under the...ahem...guise of needing to make sure you have no bad side effects from the process." he grins. "You won't of course but they don't need to know that. Now do they?" he asks softly. "I also wanted to get out of my labratory for more than just things that are needed for science." He looks at her. "Of course you are still not recovered enough to return there."