Still panting and sweating from his injury, Sechs tried to spot any sign of his attack working on the other youth. Nothing. It was obvious that no vital organs had been fatally disrupted, but he did seem pretty winded and not too keen on fighting anytime soon. The Replica slumped against the bed, feeling a mixture of disappointment and anxiety over his attack's failure. He wasn't too happy over his rival's answer either.

"Y'know, Ketheres!? It's all the way up in orbit. Geeze." Sechs badgered the other man. Why did this guy have to give such lousy answers? Was he stupid or something? Hmm, maybe this guy really didn't know about Ketheres... If he were Tipharean he would have known about the orbital city. But he didn't have the typical Tipharean mark on his forehead. Maybe he was from the Scrapyard then? Everyone there would know of Tiphares, heck, that city practically floated above their heads.

His lips curved into an arrogant sneer. "You should at least know about Tiphares then."

Sechs blinked, "experimental facility? What for?" The Replica didn't like the sound of that. It reminded him of an acquaintance of his who performed his own set of sick and twisted experiments. He felt a slight twist in his gut over the thought...No... From when he last recalled, Professor Nova was on their side...

Shifting nervously on the spot, Sechs pushed away the discomforting thoughts into the back of his mind. With a grunt he gingerly rose from the floor, his good arm still cradling the injured one. Not taking his eyes off the other man, Sechs heavily plopped down on the foot of the bed with an aggravated sigh. "You don't need to tell me that..." he scoffed before wincing from another shot of pain from his wrist. "I just got my brain chip transferred over to this lousy piece of crap. I'll get my Fizziroy body back and trash the assholes behind all this." His arm gave out a sudden spasm, hissing from the pain, the Replica added with some effort, "piece of cake."