Tarkus was a little surprised when Morella offered to spot him, he hadn't even noticed the Mistraltan food wasn't in the free section. He calmly turned down her offer, reasoning that he had enough Lien of his own, trying not to offend her by turning her down. He thanked her anyway, and purchased a meat gyrro with his own money, it wasn't much, and he still had a decent chunk leftover from what be brought with him. He didn't inspect what Morella got herself to eat, instead focusing on finding a table to sit at.

When they finally sat down, Tarkus slowly ate his gyrro, more or less appreciating how much it tasted like home. He finished rather quickly, oddly satisfied for how hungry he made himself out to be, and something caught his attention again. Something on his right arm. He kept forgetting Zoll was there, and had to make it a conscious effort to even notice it. The fit, the feeling, how natural it felt, the fact that the thing felt like it didn't even exist was what scared him the most about it. [i]"The hell did Leo even make it this thing out of?"[/i] Then a thought that hadn't occured to him strick harder than an Ursa against rice paper, he slammed the palm of Zoll into his forehead in a fit of frustration, he wasn't sure how much it would have hurt if he could feel it, but he narrowed his eyes as he rolled up the right sleeve of his shirt, exposing the shoulder-piece of Zoll. He placed his left hand over it, and he began channeling his Aura into his arm, the small *ping* went off again, resounding as it bounced within the confines of the gauntlet. Within a few seconds, he had a nearly perfect blueprint of the gauntlet in his mind, he pondered over what did what, mulling over the inner workings.

[b]"Can't believe he made something this intricate in Sanctum...[/b] He mumbled as he poked over it, he found two things that could have been the release trigger, one was linked to some sorta box that he couldn't map out, the other was oddly placed inside the wrist. He stopped focusing on the gauntlet and instead turned back to Morella, who probably had a concerned look on her face given that he just slammed his face into an armored gauntlet. He scratched the back of his neck with Zoll and gave a light chuckle before saying:
[b]"Turns out THAT isn't how it comes off. Whodathunkit?"[/b] He attempted to play it off as if that were normal, though he still had a slightly noticeable red mark on his forehead.

[b]"So, what'd you think of the ceremony?"[/b] He asked, trying to make smalltalk.