Eight watched with unblinking eyes as the girl across from him starred. Finally she began to answer his question. While her explanation was devoid of any technical information Eight might have found helpful it was may prove useful. Eight stored the story away. No doubt Five would have found the story more interesting, biological specimens where part of her database not his. 

A man entered the room greeting everyone in a needlessly loud manor. Eight's visual modifications revealed that this man was also part machine. He sported a Class-12 Neural-Motive Prosthetic Arm, Class-9 Neural-Motive Prosthetic Legs, and Class-23 Neural-Sensory Prosthetic Eyes. It was impressive equipment but had several chronic defects the most notable of which was while they responded to neural commands the limbs contained less strength compared to there organic counter parts. Eight sighed.

Not long after another man sat down at there table. The man wore encompassing armor that inhibited Eight's ability to get an accurate reading through his ocular implant. The armor itself was high end, comprised of quality components though it matched nothing in Eight's database. Curious Eight looked him up and down but this yielded no further information.

With no other means available to him Eight decided a verbal exchange was the most efficient means available. "What is your designation?" He asked the armored man. Then he turned back to the girl. "I have failed acquire your designation as well. Please provide it."