He knows it's Tech's nature. He knows there's no offense meant. He still bristles a little at the staring. He equally can't help it - there's too much tied into how he looks and what little choice he's almost always given in who gets to see.

"I'll need to remove my limbs, dragging them with just cost me more energy." He dodged the answer because he was mulling it over.

Yes he'd intended to do this alone. But it seemed he didn't have to. Not that he was sure he didn't want to do this alone.

He didn't know.