[Worm]

Seven's interest was piqued. He crossed his arms, listening to the robot spill classified information. He'd heard about the Titan soldiers, but never had the chance to work with any. He was actually part of the design team. But it seemed that the result was a little different than the initial designs. It was the name Dalica Kastos, that made his blood boil. His fists clenched, remembering the domineering energy of Kastos. They had a vision, and didn't intend to have anybody change that. Hence why this machine was so different from the designs. From the amount of facial variability, he had to think that Engel blurred the line of legality. "Kastos." Was all he managed to say in response to Engel's dark story. He had to wonder what was going on before she died. Usually, engineers were not left alone to test the machines. Something struck him as incredibly fishy. His instincts were telling him to get away from the machine and the possible incarceration that might occur from him tampering with him. However, he did know how to fix Engel...

He sighed, watching the shoulder motor grind and stop at a certain point. "Its a simple fix, really." While he couldn't manage a smile, he still felt a bit of compassion towards the machine. After all, it didn't choose the path of its creator. He walked behind Engel and tapped on the plate of metal which acted as a sort of shoulder blade, usually there was an opening on either side. He sniffed and pulled away, digging into his pocket for a cigarette. With the other hand, he lit it. He took a long drag, smoke pluming around the robot's frame. "I'll have to grab my old tool set." His military issued set was largely untouched these days. Most of his personal machines were not military grade and didn't require fancy tools to unlock and update. He liked to keep them simple, even though he had the ability to make much more complex machines.

He wandered towards his basement, first opening a side door to a lift. He gestured for Engel to follow him. The lift would have just enough space for the two of them, arms extended. It would glide slowly to the basement floor and the door would open to an array of lights flickering on to each corner of vision.