Bob stepped through the wall of the capsule, smiling. He'd heard the exchange of course, and was greatly enjoying his sense of increased empathy. He smiled at Shiro, nodding, before stepping into a corner, almost laughing. His suit changed from red to black, and so did his skin, which was rather odd to look at. In fact, his posture and shape changed, until he was taller, with a stern face, what looked like a bluetooth in his right ear. At his side was a wicked-looking katana, the pommel replaced by a dragon's head. The sheat was black, with streaks of gold in a flame pattern across it. Bob sat back, and decided to observe the proceedings in detail.