Mosaro grinned as the Shinkiro shook his hand, glad that he always chose to shake with the hand his gauntlet was covering. At least this guy didn't seem disturbed by the shaking of the gauntlet, unlike little miss proper beside them. He found it easier to shake hands with the armed hand, knowing he may be able to quickly get in a quick shock for fun or defense. If not, the gauntlet was made of metal and would hurt like hell if he squeezed. Then again he always had his spool of wire in case of emergencies (or the need of a quick prank.)<br/><br/>His ears were open to the words spoken he was glad to discover. It appeared they didn't mind him overhearing what the two were speaking of. Information was power in sorts, yet also was a risk. Knowing the wrong thing can lead you into some pretty dangerous predicaments. Then again Mosaro always looked at the positives of information gathering. After all, the more he knew, the better he could manipulate or even better, prank.<br/><br/>Mosaro's eyebrow cocked in sudden interest at the mention of a handgun. Those were really rare, and the few he had seen were used by guards. Skill-Out wasn't a group Mosaro was quite fond of either. He was quite a prankster true but the things that Skill-Out did he had a no hands open policy. In fact he actually purposely pranked a few of them just to mess up their small time operations. Nothing major though, shocking the, draining their electrical equipment or overloading it, tripping a few, fighting was something he had done quite little against them. The few times he did he didn't come out unscathed but the others definitely came out more injured then him.<br/><br/>But the mention of a Skill-Out with a handgun, now that was information.<span style="font-style: italic">Where oh where could he have equipped such an accessory?</span>He thought to himself with the hint of a grin.<br/><br/>Another bit of information was the mention of Shinjiro having black-outs. A rare Esper Syndrome? And then there was the murder he had possibly committed with those goons following him. He must have trusted this girl a lot to come to her first.<br/><br/>Or he was scared out of his flippin' mind.<br/><br/>After Shinkiro asked the large question on what to do, Mosaro grinned widely and lifted his gauntlet. "Now that is an interesting question indeed." He said spreading the claws of the gauntlet, a small spark appearing between each finger every passing moment as the electricity transferred from one claw to the other. "Judgment is sure to want to know. But the chick is right, if they wanted you, you would already be in their clutches." He closed the gauntlet in symbolism, the sparks vanishing. "So instead of running and possibly making yourself a target of chase and looking like, well, an ass, I'd go check in like a little obediant worker ant."<br/><br/>He looked towards Isana and his grin widened. "And all in the company of this pretty little thing. Nice play." he said as a joke.