Guido turned to look at the man, also standing from his kneeling position, and upon examination, he noticed immediately the man before him was... Gray. Everything about him, really. Skin held gray tones, gray hair, gray clothes, gray EVERYTHING. And stony black eyes, of course. He looked pretty skeletal, actually, though he was likely not the necromancer Guido's heard of, overhearing a conversation at some point. When the man spoke, though, the voice suited him. Icy, stony; cold, overall. While normally it would come off as unpleasant, or drone, Guido figured it fitting to a man so akin to granite.
As he spoke, Guido winced ever so slightly at the referral to his name. No, it wasn't that he'd figured nobody knew of him; rather, he preferred Guido over Mr. Esposito. Which he explained. "Hrm... If I could but ask you a sole favor, it would be that you refer to me as Guido. Mr. Guido, if it is your preference for formality. But not Esposito. I've gathered a very, very small amount of information from Typhon's databases, mostly things of little importance, as much else is locked up incredibly tight, but of it all, I found that Esposito was not my name by birth; likely, I was given the name in reference to my origins, as the name is orphan in the English language, and I'd assume that was my background. Otherwise, I know little else, I'm afraid." And it was true; he'd done a bit of snooping around, but soon after learning the little he did know, he was discovered, and the page was placed under heavier security. In fact, most of their servers likely went under heightened lock and key, the paranoids. Then, of course, he fled his location, as always, sure they'd pinned him to an IP, and likewise sure it was him; few others had the time, motive, and skill to crack their systems, if only temporarily, and after much planning and preparation.
And now Guido smiled ever so slightly, a very small contraction of a few muscles in his mouth, and he spoke again. "But in response, no, I don't think I'm quite that annoying, though that is for you to decide, I suppose." And again, the man spoke, as Guido returned to his work, repairing his bike, while glancing up at the man now and then. "Good meeting you, Mr. Shernaston. As to the condition of these vehicles? Atrocious; some are in the most God-awful shape I've seen in ages, upon a closer inspection. But not to worry; I can have these fixed up in no time. But I do have a question for you; this is the garage, yes, but does Gaia have a dock? or a hangar, perhaps? Surely if these vehicles are in such shape, the others would be likewise?" Well... It was NORMALLY a bad idea to insult the vehicles of the group holding you captive, particularly if he wanted anyone to like him at all. But hey. Guido was GOING to be Guido, no matter what anyone did.
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