Kenos was still in a semi-awake semi-dormant state. He had not yet been given a mission or an objective. However, should a time of danger come his automatic programming would be activated. He was made to be a super soldier...the perfect human. There was some...glitches of a teenager in there. Yet he was weak in dealing with the human interaction. Understanding human emotion was a weakness as it was not a priority to the mission. Mission being protecting humanity and fighting. Adapting and learning combat situations. Learning the opponent even during combat. Yet outside of it...he could not truly understand other humans.<br/><br/>He was not human he was a super soldier project. He knew the emotions. He knew what they looked like. What they sounded like. He knew how to project sympathy. Sympathy...that was a funny term for someone who truly did not feel it. It was hard to understand human emotions. They were not a priority. He personally did not feel these emotions. Except in sporatic spurts during those periods the higher ups had deemed "glitches" or periods when his teenager nature showed itself. Yet the instant combat was initiated it was gone. Programming and training and makeup took over. He felt the quakes as they began to ripple through the city. The minute they did he armed himself and headed quickly to the exits. No one else was here. They had all gone topside. His mind like a human computer. Its new objective becoming clear. Protect and save any civilians. This was a priority. Personal safety...insignificant. Again...also something he was not "programmed" with...the ability to worry about his own skin.<br/><br/>He left the building and headed out into the city. The quakes causing him to shake and wobble but he began to rebalance. Training his body to adjust to the rapid shakes or the violent ones. He was in a kimono styled military uniform. He was at the ready to help any. He looked around with a gaze that took in everything. No expression on his face. "Find. Protect. Save." He said simply. He headed to search for those that he needed to take on as his primary objective. He heard screams and saw fires. As of yet he had not seen anyone who needed protecting or saving. The animals did not count.