Spectre nodded and headed for the stairs.  A soft blue glow blocked the threshold; it was quick to dissipate when he scanned his hand on the pad beside and started up the stairs.  The security was good, but not top-notch.  Ironically, the thief couldn't afford to keep anybody who was a higher level than himself out.  At least, not yet.  His store wasn't a target for a lot of burglars anyway, let alone his little apartment above it.  He opened the door to his "apartment," which was hardly a large living space, and allowed Fracture to step in first.  The kitchenette and living space were not separated by more than a little bit of counter space, a door down the hall lead to what was presumably a bedroom and another to what was obviously a bathroom.  Apart from that, it was a fairly empty place.  Basic accommodations aside, he had a sofa and chair with a coffee table and holo-screen in the parlour.  There were windows which provided only a view to the less-than-scenic street below, but it still felt like a home.

It was apparent where his priorities lie, as the walls were lined with images hung up in frames - a non-digital touch that was typically found more in the traditional Mythic's home.  Mechanics preferred electronic displays, but Spectre's were all the virtual equivalent of printed images.  The frames were still a sleek, silver colour to blend with the home, but it still made it feel more realistic.  There was an array of them too, everything from pictures in Mythic cities, featuring him and some unfamiliar faces wearing the clothing that low-level Mythics often would in all sorts of locations.  Some were out in the fields or on floating rocks or even by the water.  Only a couple were in the Mechanics' cities or training spots, but he wore gradually-improving gear in each one.  Some had repeating players with him, some were him alone, and some were faces you only saw once.  It wasn't truly important, but it showed that he liked to move around a lot more than the average Mechanic would.

He scratched his cheek at her question and cleared his throat, "Uh...  [i]well,[/i] I wouldn't say enemies with a [i]faction,[/i] no.  Maybe some... particular individuals.  But they've got bigger fish to fry than some missing trinkets..."  He waved his hand dismissively, "Or the deed to a house..."  He smirked, "That was a fun day.  You ever try to fence a [i]whole house?[/i]  It's not easy.  I tell you what, if that guy ever finds me, I'm in the [i]shit,[/i]" He laughed, "Sorry for the language.  He has no idea who I am, but boy was he [i]pissed[/i] at the guy who bought it."

The haughty mechanic shrugged his shoulders, "Nah, nobody's gonna know who I am from a glance in a field.  As far as I know, I'm not being hunted either.  Of course, I could be wrong, so we'll just be careful.  Wanna take a seat?  Can I get you anything?  I've got... let's see..."  The man made his way to the small kitchen and began sifting through the refrigerator.  "I've got water...  Or... ooh, water...  And bread, I think.  Nope, no bread," He concluded as he checked a cabinet, "But there's...  Nope, nevermind, ate that this morning."  He rubbed the back of his neck, "In fairness, I wasn't on that long before we met today, so I haven't been to the store."

He sighed and shook his head, "Anyway...  You seem like a Karmic Player; do good things, good things happen?  I bet you haven't made a single enemy since you started playing."