Lance made a face as he heard Shiba cuss. Even though he at times could cuss too he didn't like it too much. He looked at him. "You're what?" He asked. Looking to the stand right by Shiba. "The only thing that was by you was that blade right there." He said. Pointing to the one that he had just been looking for. "I cleaned it for you." He walked over and handed the guy the little blade. He glared at the male when he interrupted his scanning. He growled at him. "I WILL NOT! You are going to sit still or I'll tie you down to make sure you're recovery is going well!" He said in a firm and commanding voice. His eyes narrowed at the guy. "You are still recovering. I fought your government to save your life. I wasn't planning on waiting but I brought you back to full life despite what they were wanting." He said. He continued to scan the man. The scanner straight out of Star Trek.<br/><br/>He watched him tugging on his gown. He looked at him. "Because you were brutally killed according to my DOSO's data. Also I like giving your government a giant fuck you. Plus...no one deserved to be in the condition you were. Maybe in my own way I needed someone to talk to other than AIs." he said. He took ahold of the hands and jerked them away from the gown. "Stop that!" He said in a sharp tone. "You can have other clothes of your chosing AFTER you have recovered. As of right now your body is still mending inside and is too sensitive for other clothing." He said. Thrusting the guys hands away from him. He glared at the guy. What a difficult patient! He thought to himself.<br/><br/>He looked at him. "Buried in the Arabian desert sands." He said. Listening to him speaking. Noticing the frantic look of someone thinking how to escape. "You aren't going to be able to go anywhere. You are on my moving island that I built myself. My house is made to prevent things coming in or out without my say. There is no way I'm letting you kill yourself when I worked hard to save you." he said. He crossed his arms across his chest. Watching him licking at the blood. How weird. "Shibanose...thats Japanese or Chinese if I'm correct. Japanese I believe." He listened to him speaking. "I'm seventeen and the youngest scientist ever. My intelligence far surpasses even the greatest minds in history." He said without bragging. "I'm five feet three inches and I don't care if you are taller. You try anything funny and I'll knock you down to size." He said in a serious voice.<br/><br/>He rolled his eyes. "You enjoy killing. So what. The fucking government enjoys killing. The world enjoys killing. Its all they do. I really don't care that you enjoy killing." He said with a smirk on his face. Growing serious again. "Three weeks and two days." He looked at him. "You were beyond recognition. Your skin burnt and mostly gone. You had injuries. You had sand in your body. I had to clean out the sand and burn off the shredded skin." He said. "You were apparently in a high powered bombing. They left you for dead. Which you mostly were. Until I found you. My procedure restored you to life. It enhanced your charisma but has done other things as well. The exact enhancements other than appearance I'm not exactly sure of."<br/><br/>He grinned with a secretive look. "Now thats my secret. I don't have to share that with you Shibanose." He said. Turning and walked away from him. Sitting on the levitating chair and resumed work. "You can get up and walk around a bit if you feel up to it. However, when I say you need to lay down...you either do it willingly or I make you. I'm not going to play games with you. I'm not afraid of you. Your age is meaningless. I know you come from the military. Just not sure how or where. I have never seen charred clothing remains like yours." He said. Typing on the virtual keyboard. He then went silent. He was going back to work.