"So you're leaving then?" Bo perked up slightly at the mention of the word 'go', being brought down again by the weight of the word 'we'. He had become excited by the very idea of this girl leaving his hideout. She was beginning to be a massive nuisance, even with her feigned attempt at helping him. Even worse than her lies about feeding him metas, was her grossly inadequate ability to follow a train of thought. No idea of perspective, no concept of metaphors or association, nothing. There's been discussions with walls that have interpreted what he was saying more fluently than her and yet [i]she[/i] was the hero.

"Go and make sure everything's all set up for me, I'll gather my things, tidy up, and head over later this evening alright dear?" He said as he crossed the room, moving past her and opening the door up. "I appreciate all your help and I'm sure we'll have the misfortune of working together in the future."