Gerhard's face snapped into an expression of almost deathly seriousness. "Wow." He stared at the young doctor, his gaze fixed in place, as he repeated again, "wow. I mean... wow." Gerhard immediately stood up from the table. Walking over to the kitchen counter, he opened the small brown fridge and rustled within it, looking for anything that might be helpful.<br/><br/>"Well, pardon me, Doctor. I don't mean to presume or impose on your clearly<span style="font-style: italic">vast and superior intelligence</span>." Gerhard shook his head as he spoke. He was cleaning out the fridge, as well as the pantry, and putting all the non perishible food items in a large sack. He would transfer the goods to one of those satchel bags they had on the horses, later.<br/><br/>"You know what, though?" Gerhard continued, "It's all my fault, really. I mean, I signed up for this on the assumption that the guy in charge actually knew what the fuck he was doing, right?" Gerhard put special emphasis on the word<span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-style: italic">fuck</span></span>. "So now I've got some strange chip inside my brain, and for all you and your huge memory databanks know, I'm gonna start growing breasts and wolfing down ice cream every full moon. Jesus christ."<br/><br/>Having satisfied himself that there were no more supplies he could get from the kitchen, Gerhard decided that maybe he could find some other useful things in other parts of the facility. "Well. No thanks. I mean, thanks, it's been fun, but I'm just gonna walk out these here doors. Jesus christ, and I thought your 'serious' side was bad. Did you hear what he said about you, Mouse? Emotionally<span style="font-weight: bold">and</span>Mentally conflicted. Damn."<br/><br/>Gerhard was two steps away from exiting the cafeteria, but his impatience at this fool could only carry him so far. He wheeled 180 degrees, and looked at Dr. Amato squarely in the eye. "I bet you think Dan over there is dumber than dirt too, eh?" That impatience was already beginning to subside. As much as he wanted to admit it, Gerhard couldn't infiltrate the city alone. He was stuck with this... this jackass.<br/><br/>The anger finally subsided. Gerhard still could barely unclench his fist, but he returned to the table. The sack of foodstuffs hit the ground with a large thump. Gerhard set his palms softly onto the table. He slowly leaned in.<br/><br/>"If you would be so kind, Doctor Amato... I'll have that folder now. That is, if you can search those massive databanks of yours and remember where it is."