<div class="floatleft">(https://aestheticmuscleclub.files.wordpress.com/2014/08/tim-gabel-4-17.jpg)</div>Imre woke from his rest as they pulled in. He rubbed his eyes a bit as he stifled a yawn. "If you need anything, we can stop in here.  We'll take the Sikorski the rest of the way. There's facilities.  Not much to offer by way of clothes to pack, mine aren't your size." He chuckled at that. "Oh, I don't know about that. I think I could fit in your shirt. Although, I admit that your pants might be a bit hard to get into."<em>Crap! Had he really just flirted with his client? Damn!</em>Yet, he kept everything from showing on his face except for a soft smile.<br/><br/>"The, ah... ADD isn't my only issue.  So I think it'd be better to get this out of the way." He immediately became serious as he leaned against the car and waited for her to continue. "So, you're a bit of a tough read.  Maybe you play poker, I'm not sure." He gave a knowing smirk but didn't reply. After all, that would be making his poker face meaningless. "But, well... you said meta-humans are a myth.  I don't know if you believe that, but I can tell you with certainty that they are not." Immediately, the smile disappeared and a look of intense contemplation took it's place as he looked her up and down.<br/><br/>He listened to her shpeal in silence judging from the way she was talking that she was talking about herself. She confirmed his thoughts when she said "Us" instead of them. He couldn't believe that she was revealing such a precious and harmful secret to him. Did she truly trust him that much? He couldn't quite tell, because just as she had said he was hard to read, so was she.<br/><br/>"The odds are that, if someone has found the key to this mystery of ours, if may have changed them.  So there's going to be danger.  We just have to try to get as few people hurt as we can. That includes you.  You could be in harm's way.  And, on a... less globally-menacing scale, that includes your emotions.  I must be frank with you, because I find you attractive and, well... as unprofessional as it is... I find it very difficult to control certain... impulses. Hence-- living out here in the bloody desert.  Keeps me focused on my work." Well, apparently that answered his question. She did trust him a little, but it seemed she was trying to be open with him to protect him by making him completely aware of the situation. The only way being that she had to reveal her secret.<br/><br/>"Otherwise these--these damned... impulses I have, they make me obsess over certain acts.  Desires and the like, and... errrr...Ugh, well.  It's still me.  I make the decisions.  But if it's consensual and casual, and it doesn't hurt anyone, or cause confusion." She seemed to be unsure of herself and rambling which was honestly kind of endearing to him as she was normally so self-assured and confident. "So... I have to change, and, if you wanted to, we could have sex. But, like I said, I don't mean it as a way to manipulate you, or use you, or anything.  It would be casual, kind of a-- well-- friendly thing. I'm quite certain that's not the kind of come-on you'd expect.  And you need not answer right away.  But.  Well, there it is.  Fridge is over there, restroom there-- I'll be-- yes.  Here."<br/><br/>She seemed to all but flee into the safety of her private chambers. Almost as if she was afraid of being shot down by him. Maybe she was. After all, it was never easy to come out to the person you are attracted to. Even if its just to be casual. Besides, she had been completely forthright with him with both the job and her secret. He should be as honest as her. If he was honest with himself, he felt himself attracted to her physically, but also mentally. She was intelligent and confident. She was attentive and cunning. Something that wasn't very common to him. She could even keep up with him mentally.<br/><br/>As he thought for a couple minutes, he came to a decision. He stepped into the building as he stripped himself of his muscle shirt and walked towards the room he had seen her disappear into. He gently knocked with the side of his index knuckle.<br/><br/>"Hey. Miss Jackson. I'm coming in." He figured it would be more polite to announce himself before just barging in. He spoke as he opened the door as he spoke, not giving her time to respond. After all, she might have changed her mind due to embarrassment or fear. "I have some things I want to say." He closed the door behind him before turning to face her.