Come to think of it there really was not set date or when he was returning home, he confirmed it with a shrug, â€œNot that I know of.â€ Considering how sneaky and unpredictable Murdock could be when he really wanted to, Ryan was not really sure if not having a set time was a good thing or a bad thing. In a way it was alright with him because it meant he would get to be with Eric longer but at the same time it made him a little anxious. The quicker he could get out of a military environment, the better in his opinion. It left him a little torn but he didnâ€™t mention anything and just kept quiet as he followed Eric to the cafeteria area. The fact they came from two different worlds truly was a shame, part of him wanted had wished Eric wouldâ€™ve joined himâ€¦<br/><br/>Pushing that aside, there was no use thinking about it now, it wouldnâ€™t do any good and would only get him into trouble, he took a deep breath. He relaxed his posture a little so he didnâ€™t seem so stiff. The whole point was to have a good time and he didnâ€™t want any worries.<br/><br/>Ryan was about to answer Eric when his gaze fell to the cyborgs skulking about almost immediately and he frowned a bit. Eric didnâ€™t seem too thrilled to see them. He smirked when he mentioned the cyborg was supposed to be keeping him out of trouble, briefly wondering if Murdock had been aware of what happened, not really surprised about the glitch either since he knew cyborgs were far from perfect. Even the ones back on the planet were still a work in progress even in this day and age. He couldnâ€™t help the sigh of relief that escaped him when it was confirmed that they would be alone, even if he wasnâ€™t really fully convinced of it. He was glad that they were being left alone, and at the same time wondered what Eric and Kat had done to receive chaperones for awhile. He knew he shouldnâ€™t ask, however, it wasnâ€™t his business.<br/><br/>â€œYou and Kat had gotten into trouble, have you? What kind of trouble would that be, dear Eric?â€ It was his turn to grin like a Cheshire cat, eyes filled with curiosity. Unfortunately no matter how much he tried to hold it back his bad habit of prying had won. Keeping his nose out of other peopleâ€™s business has never been one of his strong points. â€œBy the way how is Kat doing? Is she still upset about what happened with her friend?â€ He spoke the word loosely, and the smile faded the moment he had asked that question. He tried to brush it off with a soft chuckle, â€œDo forgive me, I have a bad habit of sticking my nose where it doesnâ€™t belong.â€ Rubbing the back of his neck he thought of a way to change the subject. He was really going to have to watch himself with his prying.<br/><br/>He casually gestured towards the place that seemed to have the most appealing food and said, â€œThis place looks fairly decent. Iâ€™m not a picky eater so it really doesnâ€™t matter to me what we get. Itâ€™s your treat, you decide.â€ Hopefully it was enough to save him from getting into trouble. As he started to walk he looked over his shoulder, â€œYouâ€™re too kind to me, you know, you really donâ€™t have to treat me. I truly appreciate this.â€ He did appreciate it since he didnâ€™t have any money on his person; it hadnâ€™t occurred to him to bring any, he didnâ€™t think he would need it. In general this was, again, a nice change from the military having guns pointed at him or trying to arrest him. He thought he could get use to this at least while he was here.<br/><br/>Even with a clean slate Ryan had become so use to evading or fighting back against the military it was going to take him awhile to be comfortable. The gangster side of him wouldnâ€™t allow that. Once he got back home he would be on the streets again, straightening out what needed to be taken care of, making sure whoever would talk about him working with the military were reminded who they were dealing with. Not much would change at least in that sense. He would always be a gangster at heart.