"Well, I've been worse, let's keep it at that." The samurai responded to Red's statement about drinks. Heavy drinking came with the job, Thomas guessed. He and the Troll had been in the zone pretty well last night. Both of them liked alcohol and both of them loved to smoke, same interest always made talking easier. Especially if one of the interest was lubrication for any conversation. Then something about his armor... Yes, if he was actually planning to life as the tin man from the wiz, he would smell really bad. With a slight grin and a wink Thomas tried to express the need to put down this hacker sometime in the coming week. [i]This could become interesting...[/i] The door of their apartment swung open with quite some force and the Troll walked in. Thom looked him in the eye and nodded. The Troll immediately began working on the arsenal of guns that he brought with him. Thomas inspected them from a distance and was glad with the Troll's selection. The range of the guns varied from point blank to the other side of the city, which was nice. The samurai nodded in agreement with the Troll's choice. 

The hacker, which he and Trorin got to know a little bit better last night, wanted to get to know some of the stuff the others had done as well. So she started asking around. The Elf disclosed something about his allergy to light, to which the light were dimmed. Thomas's eyes immediately switched to low light settings and the Elf continued with his previous work. The Asian girl apparently only had the gun for show and was more of a talker, figures really. Red already had told the muscle she was good at doing things fast, in the nick of time and all that good stuff. 

The Asian girl, not a real fighter, displayed some balls when she grabbed Doomstride's cigarette and put it out. Thomas, glad he didn't get rid of his armor already, got a bit on edge and played with the thought of putting the reflex trigger on. Luckily, the Troll just glanced at him, looking kind of sad. Thomas tilted his head to the right a bit as if he was saying, I feel you brother. "Next time, just ask, will you lass?" Thomas told Lei-Ne, "I heard you were good with words, so next time, show us." The nerve on that woman...

Doom began telling the best Christmas story Thomas had heard so far and the only Thomas could remember that involved smashing things. During the story, Thomas began to remove his armor piece for piece. Starting with the arms, the legs and finishing with the chestpiece. He peeled the skintight suit down a bit, just to get more breathing space. As Doom finished his story Thomas could finally take a deep breath. Letting the air flow out of his lungs again Thomas laughed, he slapped the Troll on the shoulder and then followed him to the center table. "I'm also curious about what we need to fix. I like to see myself as a problemsolver of sorts."