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He frowned as he heard Clarissa talk, thanks to Zigmund memories he understood what she was talking about, despite the different language used in Mytheria and whatever magic the Source was running to translate for them, HACKING was really the best word to describe the process in which one could interact with Source directly. Not that he had much experience in doing so, the closest he came to it was doing sabotage and espionage on behalf of some shady two-bit egghead back when he spent his days at the Capital.

Still, if there was one thing he had learned during his time working with Clarissa was to let her rant, there were nuggets of wisdom she expected you to pick up and she would give you this disappointed stare if you failed to do so.

What he didn't expect was for the instant recrimination, he stared baffled as she scolded him, did she really? He watched around and saw a few of the surrounding scientists pretending they didn't overhear anything while shaking their shoulders with repressed laughter and by his side, he made eye contact with Alison. He grits his teeth to prevent a blush from forming on his face "Oi" Sadly Clarissa Shields was not a woman who stopped by anything, so she simply bulldozed through his attempt at a response, made some creepy gang signs disguised as crossing her arms, then exited the room with his companion in tow. Leaving him in the middle of the room in bemused silence with an eyelid shaking in annoyance.

"Snrk..."

Slowly his head moved in the direction of a particular scientist, a 40-something balding man with an impressive poker face.

He watched as said face turned progressively purple by the moment before deciding it was enough "Ahhhh, a minute, you all can laugh at me for a minute" Instantly his eardrums were assailed by the sound of laughter, for all that Clarissa had trouble being considerate to her subordinates she was talented at accidentally allowing them to relieve tension with her antics.

After said minute he decided that enough was enough "Okay ya lot that's enough, you all have a job to do" He directed a glare around the room and was glad to see that between giggle and chuckle they were in fact returning to work "Marcus you tend to be her translator, any idea what the fuck that was?"

He just knew that no matter the answer it would be a headache for him.