"Ordis is quite sure there will be no such thing," he scoffs, a little haughtily. "Very well, let us go then."

Or if technically illegal, it could only be justifiable, for some reason or other. He loved everybody else working for the Zaibatsu. Surely nobody working there would do anything wrong.

It was really not something he should even think about. Another topic, perhaps, as he follows along beside her. "The colors of your outfit are very... unexpected. My sensors are - bleeding - pleased." His voice glitches midsentence, just a single stutter-y and distorted word interjected before continuing as if nothing had happened at all. "A personal selection?"