...Come to think of it, Mr. Hanekoma kind of sounded like he belonged in a nut house, too.
Meeting new people, broadening one's horizons -- those things Apollo could understand, since it was probably best to see the good in an otherwise horrible situation if possible. But comparing nighttime to a video game? Yeah, sure, it was just like one of those awful first-person shooters, except you were stuck with something like a food tray for a weapon, and you died for real if something bit your face off.
Hanekoma explaining that he'd wind up using strange dimensional-warping technology for classified business didn't exactly make him look any less suspicious, either.
"You know, when you say things like that, you, um, don't really sound like your average barista," Apollo pointed out. Not that he was trying to be confrontational (the last thing he wanted to do was pick a fight with someone who ran around monster-infested corridors for kicks) -- it was just an observation.
All he could do was give an inward sigh at "Nerves" as he tried to muster a laugh at the man's joke. It came out a little more forced and strained than he would have liked, to be honest, because, wow, that wasn't all that reassuring when it came from someone like this.
When he mentioned liking this place because of his affection for horror movies, Apollo couldn't contain his surprise. He didn't care how much anyone liked horror movies -- that was taking "obsession" to a whole new level. After all, being trapped here wasn't at all like watching a movie or reading a book in the comfort of your own home.
Quite frankly, something about all that struck Apollo as a little...well, off, but, then again, there was a lot of other stuff that was blatantly off about him, too. Still, Apollo wished he had his bracelet with him so he could have at least something to help him muddle through his conversations with strange people. Even if he wasn't in cross-examining mode, the fact it was gone made him feel blind, and maybe a little bit naked, too. As it was, using his ability to perceive on anyone would just be a massive shot in the dark.
"...R-right," he said slowly after a moment, though there was a small frown on his face as he spoke.
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Meeting new people, broadening one's horizons -- those things Apollo could understand, since it was probably best to see the good in an otherwise horrible situation if possible. But comparing nighttime to a video game? Yeah, sure, it was just like one of those awful first-person shooters, except you were stuck with something like a food tray for a weapon, and you died for real if something bit your face off.
Hanekoma explaining that he'd wind up using strange dimensional-warping technology for classified business didn't exactly make him look any less suspicious, either.
"You know, when you say things like that, you, um, don't really sound like your average barista," Apollo pointed out. Not that he was trying to be confrontational (the last thing he wanted to do was pick a fight with someone who ran around monster-infested corridors for kicks) -- it was just an observation.
All he could do was give an inward sigh at "Nerves" as he tried to muster a laugh at the man's joke. It came out a little more forced and strained than he would have liked, to be honest, because, wow, that wasn't all that reassuring when it came from someone like this.
When he mentioned liking this place because of his affection for horror movies, Apollo couldn't contain his surprise. He didn't care how much anyone liked horror movies -- that was taking "obsession" to a whole new level. After all, being trapped here wasn't at all like watching a movie or reading a book in the comfort of your own home.
Quite frankly, something about all that struck Apollo as a little...well, off, but, then again, there was a lot of other stuff that was blatantly off about him, too. Still, Apollo wished he had his bracelet with him so he could have at least something to help him muddle through his conversations with strange people. Even if he wasn't in cross-examining mode, the fact it was gone made him feel blind, and maybe a little bit naked, too. As it was, using his ability to perceive on anyone would just be a massive shot in the dark.
"...R-right," he said slowly after a moment, though there was a small frown on his face as he spoke.