Mixer ducked to the side and reached out. Grabby the glass ash tray. "Quite a temper today. Bad dreams I suppose. Comes with the territory." He said. He knew about her. Yes he knew about the scientist who offered herself up as an experiment. Called her project Xena. Though they still used her real name that was just her classification. Not that it mattered to him. He did not care. The occasional voices in his head did not care. Woman saved his life and he owed her. "A door is highly over rated and quite obvious choice of entry. However it does nothing to allow for stealth." He said in a very serious voice. Setting the ash tray to the side. He hadn't so much as flinched or even blinked an eye at her threat or actions. He was there for this woman...temper and all. He didn't stare when she started stripping. Merely nodding his head. "Understood." He said simply before vanishing as silently as he had arrived. Much work to be done...better set up the networks this time.<br/><br/><br/>Pico's eyes were closed. He wasn't even aware of the fact she had found his capsule. His mind spoke with Mexoa. <<span style="font-style: italic">Will I ever see pops again? -No...he wasn't kidding. Just remember the good times you had with him.- Okay but I'll miss him Mexoa. -I know my child but good things will happen...you just need to be patient.- Alright. I believe you.</span>> Soon the cold air began to warm. The ice began to thaw around him. The air began to warm. He began to fade away from Mexoa. Their time speaking was gone. Yet he would always hear her when he needed her most. The capsule made a crackling air hissing sound before sliding open. The smoke fading and revealed the young man inside. His eyes slowly fluttered open. He blinked his eyes and looked at her. Stepping out of the capsule. All warm again. He just kinda stared for a moment. "Who are you? I'm Pico." He looked around. "Wow...this place look so different. Why is there plants in here?" He said in awe. Almost child like amazement in his voice.