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Ryan was finished with that conversation, she offered words of consolation, but they did nothing to dull the aching throb of hatred in his heart. His hands were still shaking and he felt sick to his stomach. He held himself together long enough to inquire about his gear. Hopefully, a change of subject would make him feel better. As he asked, the girl grinned, or at least it sounded as if she had, apparently she had been waiting for this question as he tone indicated relief and professionalism that was not present within the words of comfort she had previously issued. She snapped her fingers, the signal producing a drawer which slid out of the wall along with a small click as it locked into place. "All of your equipment is in there. I apologize if I was prying but I went ahead and scanned all the weaponry and repaired what had been damaged in battle." RYan simply nodded. While her help was unnecessary, he was glad she'd offered it. As an android, her idea of maintenance would have been far superior to his. Ryan managed a weak smile of thanks. Turning to the door she puts her hand on the handle, "Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go check on all the others. It's become... just a little bit too quiet... Anyways, please come out when you're done." With that she gave Ryan a small smile and walked out the door.

Ryan sat for just a moment. Without warning, he slapped his hands on both sides of his face, hard, as if to wake him from a haze. It was something his father used to do to him before his soccer games. It helped to focus him, it also provided a crude map of the room he was in. He jumped out of bed, the only thing covering his nearly naked body was his compression shorts, a white tank top, and a hospital gown. As his feet his the floor, the vibrations caused from his impact brought the room into his view. Ryan threw the gown off of his body and walked to where he sensed the drawer had slid out of the wall. Ryan slid into the augmented jumpsuit. The stiff plates of kevlar and treated ceramics covering the vulnerable parts of his body as well as his primary striking surfaces. He felt better in the suit. It felt like a second skin to him. He strapped the utility belt around his waist and loaded the gadgets he hadn't used into their respective pockets. Next, he slipped on his boots and laced them tightly. The featherlight black leather felt supple, and supportive. No shoes would ever compare to such boots. Next were his weapons. The staff found its way to his right hip holster, the knives his left, and finally, the kukiri was stored in its sheathe located at the small of Ryan's back. Lastly, Ryan reached down and lifted the mask to his face. Even though he was a Titan now, it wouldn't have felt right. The mask defined him, made him feel safe. Regardless, if his new teammates didn't like it, he could care less. As he walked out of the room, he left his jacket there. He didn't need it any longer. He felt like the jacket hid him, shrouded him in doubt. He wasn't immodest or anything like that without the jacket, as he was fully covered by the thick belt and the black jumpsuit. Further, he no longer felt the need to hide his strength anymore. It would serve, instead, as a warning to those who would challenge him. I am a defender of this City. Test your might against me if you dare. Ryan thought to himself. He smiled weakly to himself. Sounds pretty good for only being true a few minutes ago. Ryan walked over to the door. Reaching for the handle, he hesitated for a moment. Would the others accept him? Would they reject him? Would they fight him? They had every right to despise him. However, Ryan would get no where by waiting. He shook off his fear and opened the door. Ryan, "looked" everywhere, but could feel no vibrations in the floor. He walked over to the wall and tried again there, but no such luck. This was one of the few times he hated his powers. They provided no leverage here. Frustrated, Ryan banged his hand against the wall, creating vibrations that would tell him the general layout of his immediate area. His fist left a dent in the wall that he didn't care about. He could fix it later, for now, he either needed a guide, or a plan. Since android/hologram girl was no where to be found, Ryan's second idea seemed better.

Ryan sat on the floor and focused. He allowed himself to achieve perfect silence and stillness. From there, he pushed his sensory input to the max, allowing his Tremorsense to reach it's way around half of the tower. Sweating, and breathing hard, Ryan found a central point where a large TV and couch were. This appeared to be the living room/kitchen as there were also cooking facilities. Ryan relaxed, bringing his senses back to his immediate area, a twenty foot wide circle, centered on his feet. He got up and walked to the room, following the mental map of the tower he'd created. He sensed footsteps. "So, am I in the right spot? This place is way bigger on the inside than I imagined." Ryan inquired, asking the whole room. Not being able to "see" past twenty feet made social situations such as these quite odd.