Ryan nodded, "That's a good idea, Keepa. I'll work on some stuff later as I try to narrow down my list of options for how he's doing this."<span style="font-style: italic">I'm more concerned with what he wants...He doesn't seem hostile, and scans since the last time he was here haven't picked up him leaving behind...anything.</span>Ryan's robotic eye flitted around independently of his human one, a minor but, but it always scared the crap out of him, which was quite evident at the moment as he jumped quite high and screamed, "Gyaaah!" When his pounding heart finally settled, he explained, "Sorry, uhm...glitches. I've been trying to fix a certain one for ages, but it still happens about once a month." He looked away, incredibly embarrassed. "Is there anything in particular I should avoid, besides doing damage to the tower? Like, none of you have a weakness to glue that makes your nervous system shut down whenever you're near a bottle of Elmer's or something? Because if I accidentally bring in a personal Kryptonite when I'm buffing up the defenses and setting traps, I won't be held responsible," He said, seemingly only mildly concerned. "Okay, so...Uhm...Does anyone know a man in dark glasses, a hat, and a business suit? Because if this is just one of your guy's uncles or something, that would clear a lot up." Ryan's stomach growled loudly, "I think I'm going to go make dinner, what do you guys want?"