He could not help but smile. when was the last time he'd been shown even such a token gesture of kindness? not since claire. The quiet mousy scientist that had been charged with his mental health through the painful process that had allowed him to become something...more than human, yet less at the same time.<br/><br/>"I think i'd like that, thank you."<br/><br/>He turned then, the lenses in his eyes zooming in upon the small village. maybe a few hundred people at best. Mineral readouts showed a lack of hydrogen...hmm low water levels....no just out of their reach. well it was only passing through....<br/><br/>"You can call me 14. It's the uh...designation i was given. It's better than 'hey you' I suppose. I didn't catch your name by the way."<br/><br/>A quick stream of algorithms activated a sequence through the implant. the basic idea was to turn numbers into physical wavelengths that affected things on a quantum level. The theory was that it wasn't so much creating things as plucking them out of probability that they would exist there and compressing their potential existence into actual existence.<br/><br/>A walking stick appeared as if it had been there the whole time. The reason behind the action, if asked was ridiculously simple. He got a kick out of small things like that because it had bugged the project heads to see him abuse his powers so pointlessly.<br/><br/>The hood was brought back up and a tilt of the head given to the village before he began walking. okay, he had no idea what or where he was. Or what time he was in. Given the womans clothing he'd calculate some sort of cultural equivalent to the european late mideival. no, he wasn't nervous not a bit. He just had to try and not disturb any cultural laws.....yeah....easy.