It took him a while, before prying his eyes away from the files... His mask covered, lense framed face stared down at the woman, Annie. Instead of hair peeking out from under his widebrim hat, there was an old, fraying rag. And for a long, painfully awkward moment in time, he just stayed there, leaning against the wall, before giving a brief nod to the woman.<i> "I am, what I am."</i>He stated plainly, letting that hang in the air for a time before speaking again, voice garbled by the respirator of his mask.<i> "Once I learn, more about... What to expect, of myself... You'll, be the first, to know..." </i>At this range, she might have noticed the rubber padded socket where a laser weapon's powercell would have been implanted to charge his mask. A little red LED light beside the port remained, but did not glow to hint of power there in.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>