”Well, preferably I’d like to access your intel and supplies but I’m under the assumption that not every person that walks in and says hi to you gets access to either of those things so I thought maybe I’d show you what I’m worth and give you the reason I’m on your side and then we could try and come to a deal?” Nine presented it all as a sort of business deal, a loyal soldier in exchange for enough supplies to keep that soldier shooting, and to him it was exactly that, a business deal.  He would keep shooting and keep his gun aimed in the right direction in exchange for the ammo to shoot that gun.<br/><br/>He brushed his hair back over his ears, revealing their points, before reaching behind him and into his pants to pull out his long black, fur covered tail which promptly started twitching behind him as he continued to show them his true form. ”You see, I’m not your average person.” He took out his contact case with his left hand as his right pulled the contacts out of his eyes, revealing them to be yellow and the pupils to be streaks like a cat instead of the normal human dot. ”I was grown in a lab. A GenCorp lab. I was bred to be the best. At everything from stealth to disguise to guerilla warfare, to leadership, to tactics. You name it and I can do it, given the right equipment.” He raised his open hand in front of his face and slowly extended his small claws, ”There’s a good chance the doc here worked on one part of me or another even without realizing it. The claw research hidden as a special request from a sado-masochist, the enhanced muscles hidden as research for new waiters who’d be capable of holding their exact position for days. To my chagrin the people who made me are actually quiet intelligent and manipulative when they want to be. That’s why I need your help taking them down.”<br/><br/>He watched Maya slowly sit, still clinging her bear, and felt sorry for her. She really didn’t have a clue what was happening. He then turned slowly to “Mz” Dunsany and stared for a few seconds, wondering if he should take offense on Maya’s behalf. He shook his head and dismissed it, she obviously didn’t mean it, she just hadn’t ever actually met many of her own creations. ”Well I’m glad it’s you that is the one defecting and not the other way around. One more ally for the good guys and one less person I’m compelled to kill.” He wasn’t entirely sure it was her but judging by her reaction to a talking GenCorp experiment he made a guess. Plus the fact that they’d met in rebel territory meant she’d come to Kirk, not the other way around, and suggest she was having second thought about her career choices. Plus Kirk had kept a cool head so far, unlike ‘Mz’ Dunsany, which pointed to her being under more stress, and the logical conclusion would be that the defector would be under the most stress, not the other way around.<br/>