He made no attempt at hiding his irritation with Nikita’s words. To debate with her, while she maintained her stance on the AI issue would be a lesson in futility. He sat through her “advice” as calmly as anyone could sit through someone attempting to crush every idea he’s had in regards to technologies for the past few decades. He calmly turned to Nikita, absolutely sure that she was augmented, and able to prove it if he had to. She was able to be hacked, and therefore as expendable as she proclaims their AIs to be. Why offer the truth? In time, it will offer itself willingly.<br/><br/>He gave her a nod as he reached over to take a paper and pen. “I will decline the offer, Nikita. I’ll just pretend to kill a few big boobed bimbos to get the opening jitters out of the way.” He decided to stay silent for the remainder. First he’d understand just what the hell they were going to do, then decide the best way to do it. Everything else can be pushed to the way-side for the time being.<br/>