Seems to have taken the news well, at least. Probably not the first time he's had to wait around for Xanti-- the medic always did keep busy. Now he'll probably wander off to find somewhere more pleasant to wait.
Except the sound of steps leading away never comes. Instead the stranger is leaning over and taking in the sights of his current maintenance project.
"Whoa there, slow down hot shot," the Maverick Hunter laughs a little, charmed by the excitement.
"You're asking me questions before you've even given me your name. Let's back up a minute," he sounds very amused. "Name's Vile, but you can call me Vi."
"If you switch the discharge, it might be able to work as-- Oh-- But if you did it that way, you could switch the efficiency of the blast's radius and then--" He's throwing ideas before even finishing them aloud, so many choices and...!
There's hands raising for him to wait, something the Leader has heard more than once in his life time. His ears click down in embarrassment "...Ah." At least I didn't offend him. "Right. Sorry, Vi..." If the reploid's full name had bothered him-- well. It was clear it didn't.
Oh. Crap, he hadn't even thought about what he was doing. I've probably overstepped my boundaries here. Not many people appreciated someone else butting into their work. The self-reprimanding is interrupted by the Hunter's chuckle, headphones clicking uncertainly.
"I'm Ziel. Um." Ah jeez. Where were his manners? "I'm sorry if I interrupted you. That's my bad. I'll uh. I promise to not say anything more if I'm allowed to watch you work...?" Or the guy could just kick him out. Yeah. That'd probably be appropriate.
















