He turned sharply, and looked down at her. Literally, not metaphoricly. He was just a damned tall man. "Can I do something for you Miss Minari?" His tone was professional, and cordial if a tad stiff. He was still getting the hang of not doing everything the Military way. Like most Augs, he was raised from childhood in a barracks. Unlike most Augs, his parents had gone AWOL and he spent the first five years of his life free. Perhaps that, more than anything else was what had left him with a secret yearning all throughout the years that followed to regain some semblance of that. They were eventually caught, and he was deemed young enough to be salvagable. His parents were not. He wasn't bitter about it though. It's just the way the massive machine that was the Company worked. You either worked with it, stayed out of it's way, or got ground down into paste. They knew the risks they took. Perhaps now that he had regained some of his freedom as they'd always wanted, they at last knew some satisfaction.<br/><br/>A Gene-Aug's mind is a wonderful thing. Like a miniature supercomputer, able to compartmentalize wildly different trains of thought simultaneously. Even as one part of his mind dwelled on these issues of the past, another was fully alert and paying attention to whatever Lena had to say.