Any number of things, yes; he is prepared to explain approximately zero of them.
Ordinarily, these files would be transferred neatly to Erik's own hard leather briefcase, but it was left behind on Earth and out of a sort of pointless defiance he has yet to replace it with a new one. He liked that briefcase. Why couldn't the city have sent it with him instead of the stupid helmet? God only knows where that came from. (It's in his closet right now. Waiting.) ...Anyway, he'll have to carry the folders just as they are, and although he's not about to whip them out in front of all and sundry he does give them a look down where they sit. And since Ilde's leg is so conveniently there, his gaze may follow it on its way back up. Briefly. After the quickest glance to her eyes, as if to acknowledge that yes he is in fact terrible, he settles back.
"Well, I'm sure there are more than a few derelict buildings in this city." He is both willing and very able to tear shit down. "I'll take a look. Is this all of it?"
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Ordinarily, these files would be transferred neatly to Erik's own hard leather briefcase, but it was left behind on Earth and out of a sort of pointless defiance he has yet to replace it with a new one. He liked that briefcase. Why couldn't the city have sent it with him instead of the stupid helmet? God only knows where that came from. (It's in his closet right now. Waiting.) ...Anyway, he'll have to carry the folders just as they are, and although he's not about to whip them out in front of all and sundry he does give them a look down where they sit. And since Ilde's leg is so conveniently there, his gaze may follow it on its way back up. Briefly. After the quickest glance to her eyes, as if to acknowledge that yes he is in fact terrible, he settles back.
"Well, I'm sure there are more than a few derelict buildings in this city." He is both willing and very able to tear shit down. "I'll take a look. Is this all of it?"