<span style="font-style: italic">"It is one of several possibilities. Your assessment of the threat posed by certain listed persons is accurate, mister Riley; some are civilians with no recorded history of violence. However, this does not diminish their importance. Project Vigil has been known to apprehend civilians in the past for attempting to avoid peaceful interrogations when they are known to possess important information."</span>The drone had said, and Luther turned his attention to it briefly.<span style="font-style: italic">â€œThis unit agrees with miss Black's decision to make further inquiries before taking action. In addition, miss Black..."</span>By that point, he turned his attention away from it, assuming it was done speaking to him, and back to the boards. More specifically, to the person he had gestured towards a few moments earlier.<br/><br/>â€œMakes sense,â€ Luther said to himself as he gently rubbed the back of his neck.  Part of him contemplated adding that target to his hit list as it were. â€œIf someoneâ€™s going to be rowdy, might as well put them in line.â€ It was probably stupid of him to ask. That aside he was beginning to wonder if his â€˜life and let liveâ€™ view of Vigil was not the way to go about this after all. Being the new kid on the block so to speak, he was still learning the ropes. It was still taking some time getting use to how things worked around here. On the other hand, advice was nice but he was a little worried he might be coming off as someone who needed to have their hand held. Since he came into Vigil he had told himself that he would make his own way.<br/><br/>He was so use to others guiding him, old habits die hard he supposed; or was it something like pride that was guiding him these days? He really couldnâ€™t say for sure.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">â€œOh yes, sure, Iâ€™d quite like there to be something big and mean around where Iâ€™m going. You too, rookie. Iâ€™m not thick enough to the lower decks alone. If Ironâ€™s half as useless as he was, heâ€™d still have gone to ground in the seediest place possible.â€</span><br/><br/>Luther had been so busy concentrating on the board again that Wraithâ€™s words had taken a moment to sink in. Nonetheless, it was enough to cut off his train of thought. When he turned his attention away from the board, he noticed the drone and Wraith had already made their way out of the crowd and started their way down the hall.  Though he really didnâ€™t have any real reason to follow, he was planning on leaving soon anyway. Sitting around here would get nothing accomplished so he decided to follow after them. Perhaps sticking around would be yet another learning experience for him. He caught up to them in a few strides and was quiet until they reached the landing pad.<br/><br/>He stared at the ship for a long time though not entirely because he was simply admiring it. The thought of riding in a personal ship made him slightly uneasy, considering his experiences have not been the most memorable in his life. Truth be told, Luther was comfortable never riding in a personal ship again. Well, it canâ€™t be helped. Everyone has to get over their traumatic experiences to where they donâ€™t drag them down eventually.<br/><br/>â€œYeah, Iâ€™m coming,â€ He said, slowly boarding the ship. â€œItâ€™s rude not to accept a ladyâ€™s invitation to spend time with her.â€ She was right about him needing to see the nastier side of things. It would not be admitted openly but, while he was aware this wasnâ€™t fun and games, he did need a kick in the balls. Maybe a stroll through an area crawling with danger, and not the kind that would bring a thrill, weâ€™re talking about the danger that will kill you if you donâ€™t watch your step, would be the perfect experience for him. He probably wouldnâ€™t automatically transform into a cold-blooded killer but it would, at least, give him a bit more experience. It would show him what he was up against in this competitive business and more than likely, heâ€™d gain something out of this either way. That was something he liked the thought of.<br/><br/>Believe it or not, Luther was a pretty fast learner in spite of his cockiness and somewhat nonchalant demeanor. At least he tries his best to be, knowing he would only end up dead otherwise, though there have been plenty of times where he might not have seemed like it. Since the accident, he could have sworn his memory was not like it used to be though that could just be a lame excuse. Perhaps asking questions wasnâ€™t so bad as long as you didnâ€™t pry too much. After all, it had been implied that some of the listed bounties were there because they stuck their nose where it doesnâ€™t belong one too many times. When people gain too much knowledge, they became troublesome: that was his lesson of the day. One that he would be sure to keep in mind like everything else that has been said, or will be said to him, today.<br/><br/>Once he got himself situated, he said, directed towards both of them, â€œSo, weâ€™re snuffing out Iron, huh? Interesting. Working with someone is a first for me; Iâ€™ve always been under the impression you had to fly solo.â€ What he said next was directed mostly towards Wraith, â€œIn all seriousness, you know, I do appreciate you showing me a thing or two.â€ Which was true for the most part, though he had a feeling it was mostly a pride thing. A lot of people werenâ€™t all that welcoming of company around Vigil. Flying solo was probably a good way to become well-known if you didnâ€™t get yourself killed because of said pride. In his mind, since he has never really given people a reason to pay attention to him, having yet to build a reputation, perhaps the thought of flying solo suited him. At least for the time being, it might be safer that way.<br/><br/>Might be safer. Might.