[ Imagining. That was something that Nero honestly... did he do it? Didn't he do it? It was frustrating to consider. Did he need to? That was what an engineer did, but was he creating or was he simply recalling knowledge?

Nero barely noticed himself getting closer to Dakki, his eyes flickering in that robotic frustration. ]

A house would be nice - but that truly isn't what I meant. But have you considered an apartment? As long as you can pretend to be part of a Grand Company, they tend to let anybody in.

[ But that was a distraction, Nero was distracting himself from the true subject. He hoped it worked - and that, also, he wouldn't be asked how he knew this. ]