Hazard shook Samaritan's hand with a firm grip, one that might have been a little too hard considering the suit he was in, but considering it WAS The Samaritan, Hazard wasn't worried. He nodded to the Samaritan's greeting, still going for the strong silent type while he was still unsure as to what the Samaritan was really like.<br/><br/>It was interesting that The Samaritan had already met Princess Glory and hadn't either immediately selected or ruled her out, and after her fairly embarrassing costume malfunction, Hazard was starting to wonder how this girl could be the same one that started and surpassed the Teen Justifiers.<br/><br/>The information about the pilots was mildly disturbing to Hazard, who assumed that his suit would offer him protection from Gorgon's gaze.<br/><br/>"Nails, did you get that?"<br/><br/>"Yes, and it STILL doesn't make sense! What is the main variable? You seeing him? How can any sort of energy based attack work when the source of it isn't even AWARE that they're being looked at? I'd say he's lying about something or..."<br/><br/>"No," Hazard responded, "I think he's telling the truth." Hazard thought himself a good judge of character, and already this Gorgon seemed to be an honest character.<br/><br/>"Well, then what are we going to DO about it?"<br/><br/>"Maybe..." Hazard mused, "it has more to do with you seeing him? Could you bring up a program that could blot out his face if he ever takes off the hood?"<br/><br/>"I guess it might be..." Nails sounded unsure, but then quickly hardened his resolve. "Yes, we could defiantly do that. There's no garnet that it would actually help though."<br/><br/>"Get it ready, I'm going to get to know him, see if it's necessary."<br/><br/>Gorgon continued to explain, Gwen justified and dismissed, and when Gorgon showed his face P. Glory proved herself an absolute ass... or at least more so then she already had. Hazard smirked at her cry of disgust.<br/><br/>"I don't know, I think he looks pretty badass," he replied. "Not everyone is trying to seduce their enemies into a stupor."<br/><br/>Hazard held out his own arm, letting it brush up against Gorgon's cloak sleeve without putting it into his hand outright. While he was in physical therapy with his civilian mech-limbs, Hazel had socialized with a lot of people with a wide verity of handicaps. He knew what it was like to be deprived of something everyone took for granted, and felt a sort of connection with Gorgon on that respect. He also knew that having to ask for help was hard and being treated like a complete invalid was pretty difficult too. Gorgon found his arm with little trouble and let his hand rest upon the cool metal.<br/><br/>"Your arm is...?" Gorgon started, confused. They started moving as Hazard explained.<br/><br/>"Metal, yes. Don't worry, it's not reflective any more, they people here got a spray to prevent that." Hazard reassured him, "and before you ask, it's a prosthetic IN a suit, not one or the other. Everyone asks that."<br/><br/>"A prosthetic..." Gorgon responded solemnly. His next question probably came with a raised eyebrow even if Hazard couldn't see it.<br/><br/>"I guess you know what question I'm going to ask next then? Usually I'M the telepathic one," he said with a small chuckle, and then with a quick realization he added, "but if it's uncomfortable you don't have to answer."<br/><br/>"Yeah..." Hazard said solemnly. It was never easy to talk about what had happened, for more reasons then most people realized.<br/><br/>"I lost them in an explosion, all four limbs," he started. "If you looked up Hazard online, you'd first find a LOT of videos of up close super-fights with a casualty count in the corner. The angles are good, really up close and detailed. I used to get up close, before I got the suit, and take video of all of it. It was a stupid thing to do, but it eventually got me hurt bad. In the end, I was just lucky I lived..." he then thought about his friend sitting back in the New York suburbs at his computer station. "Well, and I'm lucky a friend of mine happened to have connections in the mech-limb industry."<br/><br/>"You must have been very brave," Gorgon commented, "to go into that kind of danger without powers of any kind, and for the kind of cause like exposing casualties done by major heroes."<br/><br/>"Brave or stupid," Hazard replied. "The cause wasn't so important to me as the action, I honestly couldn't get enough, the more dangerous the better," he chuckled to himself at the thought. "I guess I still can't get enough, if I'm doing this now."<br/><br/>The two of them stepped on the elevator. Glory was nowhere to be seen, having probably left them in an attempt to put herself far away from the two Supers she DIDN'T want to shag. There was a moment of long silence as the elevator took them to the top floor.<br/><br/>"What's it like?" Gorgon asked suddenly.<br/><br/>"What?" Hazard asked, mildly stunned by the question.<br/><br/>"What's the facility look like? The island, the sunset, your suit, The Samaritan, Princess Glory, all of it. What's it look like?"<br/><br/>Hazard hesitated. That was a whole lot to describe at once, and they were already at their rooms.<br/><br/>"How about," Hazard said slowly, "we sit down in your room and I can  you."<br/><br/>There was a light smile on Gorgon's face at the prospect.<br/><br/>"I would very much like that."