As Vince sat in his chair awaiting the others to return, footsteps could be heard from another area of the hideout. Soon a figure stood near him, leaning against one of the support structures of the building nearby Vince. The figure looked towards him, his light blue eyes locked onto him as his face looked rather stern. "You must think you're pretty smug." He began, his hands resting in the pocket of his dark grey sweatshirt. "Don't think one of us wouldn't see what you just did. Did Strata give you the same 'no electronics' run-over he gave all of us?" The figure quizzed, before looking to the disassembled pile of electronic parts lying on the cold stony floor.<br/>The young man waited for a few seconds, having reached up to begin playing with a strand of black hair upon his head, before speaking up again. "You're probably a new recruit, right?" He remarked, his eyes not leaving the small pile of veiny wires entangled in varying metal fragments, before a small smile crawled onto his face and he snickered to himself. "Unless... You're just some homeless rule-breaker they felt sorry for." His eyes then reverted to looking at Vince, as the young man leaned forward. "How did you build a computer out of scrap pieces, anyway?"