Introduction concluded, Glyph a.k.a. 'Glitch' as the group knew him, leaned back slightly in his 'virtual' chair, waiting for a response from any of them. Behind the mask a slight smirk played upon his lips, though those on the opposite side of the screen wouldn't even be able to see it. After a moment, he looks to the man that leaned in toward the laptop, who then began to type something. Once it was sent, the words that had been entered don't stay visible on the wall, instead are erased, though for a split second it seemed like the words somehow scrolled in front of the digital figure, before completely vanishing.<br/><br/>A slight nod of the head showed that Glitch acknowledged this information and understood, before placing his hands in front of himself, folding his fingers together.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">'It is definitely a...pleasure...to meet you, Engels-san. It's good to know that people of your stature can be counted on in this age. So many are simply faces with no trust to follow behind, if you know what I mean. Eventually we may meet physically, but until that date comes around, meetings between us will sporadic and unplanned. You are guests in this city, and even though you were allowed in, does NOT mean you're not being followed...and when I say followed, I mean every step you make, every corner you turn, where you go to eat, EVERYTHING. And because of this, I too am put at risk. So please...don't do anything to get attention drawn to yourselves? I've managed to keep myself OUT of Section 17, and don't plan on getting caught any time soon. So yeah...I hope you get what I'm going at with this. Thankfully this cafe is one of few places that aren't monitored as closely.'</span><br/><br/>He pauses, standing up, so that for a moment all that was seen was the middle section of his body, and a bit of his lower half as well. He steps back so that more of him could be seen and begins to pace back and forth across the screen, at times even completely walking 'off' the edge of the screen, only to come back from the other side, opposite where he exited. He had his arms crossed over his chest, and his chin was in his hand, forefinger and thumb to his jaw, appearing as if he was thinking about something.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">'I'm not sure if miss Yu-chan has told you of which place she and I were discussing, but not all places are what they seem. No doubt you've had your fair share of this sort of...dilemma. In this case, it's the dark truth that lays behind the facade that Academy City's own Council of Philosophy and Rationalism...the facts and secrets that they are hiding from the citizens.'</span><br/><br/>Turning to 'look' at them, he pauses in his pacing, as if calculating and piecing together what he should say and how. Eventually his pacing starts once again, this time he moves his hands to behind his back, clasping his fingers together, his head bowed slightly.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">'What do you know of...mass selection?'</span>Glitch asks, turning on his heel to face them, tilting his head slightly, waiting for an answer.