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Zius took in the currently wheel cheered man very carefully. This was the supposed leader of the current unit. He knew any of these two could have been equally suspicious of him, both having an equal chance of discovering his secrets, but why should they be suspicious of him? So far, he had done nothing wrong except collect information, something which any rookie would normally do when presented the opportunity to learn and when placed into a new environment. This generator was news to him, though he had a feeling the boss all ready knew about this.

Suddenly Vince began to turn a shade of red. Was that in response to his Violet comment? What in the...well everyone has their perks I guess. That didn't matter to him, Violet was quite the catch, and if nobody else was going to cast out their line to this violet haired beauty, then Zius was going to have to be the one to work his magic. He smiled at the suggestion, looking to Violet and blowing her a sarcastic kiss with his non mechanical arm. "Well Vincey, I suppose before I spontaneously combust I could have a look around, get my bearings in this place. I have a feeling this HQ is a lot bigger than it lets on." As he watched Vince raise his arm, he laughed, showing him his own mechanical one. "Hey it could be worse, you could look like me, but then again, I'm not complaining, so maybe it's not such a bad thing." He chuckled, turning to head out the door.

Just as he turned however, another man came in through the door, also confined to a wheelchair apparently. This kid looked like one of those brainy types, a kid who would have most likely received a lot of the wrong attention in school. Zius didn't like the way the kid just looked at him and flew right past him, not introducing himself in the slightest. Rudeness was not something he tolerated kindly. "Well, since introductions haven't been made, I'm going to assume it's ok to call you...Specs. Yeah that name suits you. So we have..Specs...Vincey..annnnd...I'll think of a nickname for you in time Violet. Well I'll let you all get reacquainted then, don't mind me." With that he walked out, intentionally clapping Specs a little harder than he normally would on the shoulder with his mechanical arm as he did so.

Zius turned in the hallway and headed down the hall, looking for some type of main room where he could cool his head. A likely place was found and he sat down on the large couch in the room in the large living room, apparently some kind of living room or whatever they called it, taking out his tool kit and opening the service panel on his forearm, absentmindedly fiddling with the electronics concealed there. The first thing the government handlers told him was not to mess with them unless they were in need of repair, but of course he didn't listen, instead choosing to familiarize himself with each and every wire, chip, and power node. It was his body after all.