What Senjen easily noticed right away was how different the Myrmidon showroom felt from the rest of the exhibition outside, almost certainly intentionally. Even this temporary showroom was consistent with their permanent locations, at least from what he had seen online. Myrmidon had a certain image that was universally known, and seemed almost impossible for other companies to approach. They offered the highest quality in robotics available. One would never see advertisements for them, but everyone knew who they were and what they did. It was simply...known. 

Senjen politely refused the massage. He had at least some expectation for the tactics such a company would use for the presentation of their products, and his approach was to keep his mind focused on what he [i]actually[/i] wanted out of all of this. The service was nice, but it was ultimately about the sale. He was prepared, and he had to remember that. 

At least at first, Senjen did not pay too much attention to the displays he could see. Jess was idly observing one of the repair drones, but he instead stood close to his friends and accessed the digital catalogue. If they had something similar to what he wanted on-hand, he might be interested in looking closer, but for now he had to get that picture of what he wanted in his mind. A custom order was certainly what he would end up wanting, unless they had any Utaysi-styled frames as a standard model. There were a plethora of options for every type of utility under the sun, but Senjen focused in on what he needed. Annoyingly, none of the prices were advertised, but Myrmidon was top-of-the-line, and he could only possibly afford their lower-end offerings. Getting the costly additions out of the way first, browsed their private security product lines. Armor plating, light shielding, offensive options...he wanted to put something together that these sorts of companies would consider “acceptable” for private security duties.