Michael looked, up from the damaged back of his suit. "Yah?" He knew he wasn't exactly good with words, he really didn't get his mothers side where he was good with words. Mostly though, he had his mothers looks. He waited for what Kalinda would say, he set down the tools in his hands on the table.

He rested his hands, on the edge of the metal table. His blue gaze meeting hers, he didn't feel right it was like something was off to him. It had been a long time since he had felt this way, at least he hadn't felt this way since school when other kids treated him differently than he wa raised.