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Unfortunately Crim lacked the superb hearing of a catperson, so he only caught the second phrase. He slipped on a grey white beater and some black slacks, as well as his clunky boots and ventured out of his room.

As for his weapons being left out in the open it was mostly a gamble. In a fury of trying to repair his hairdo and rushing into his room he had forgotten them there, but this is not to say he didn't remember them soon after. He could've run out and grabbed them, securing them before even speaking to her, but he was a man who liked to gamble afterall so it wasn't all that odd of him considering his track record. Besides his right arm was afterall a weapon in and of itself, though one that would most likely lose in a race against a quickly drawn magnum.

He glanced at her and took a seat on a comfortable chair facing the large couch, looking over a menu, he soon closed it and smiled, looking up at her. "I think I'll have the orange chicken." he said with a smile, wondering in the back of his mind what she thought of his new makeshift haircut.

Crim watched her for a moment before looking down to his untied shoelaces as he smirked slightly.

Yeah, she noticed. But he retorted!

"Tuna huh..."

So he wasn't good at retorting!

Either way, he picked up the phone next to his seat, dialing room service. "Yeah, I'd like one order of Orange chicken and a tuna melt... Okay thanks."

He hung up the phone and leaned to his right, his face resting on his prosthetic right hand. He had abandoned the disguise of his prosthetic arm, realizing that with it's new output the artificial skin that was formulated to cover it was terribly weak and non-resistant to the levels of heat generated by the arm, and that it's maintenance would be much too tedious for him to give a damn about how it looked.

The arm now was in it's base form, greyish in color and composed of a strange, tough but flexible material which to the touch would feel a bit rougher than skin. Throughout it ran white lines with small indentations in certain areas such as the elbow and upper forearm, the largest being three holes on his shoulder. The prosthetic arm's hand from the wrist onward consisted of the most intricate array of lines and indentations all leading to his palm and fingertips.

On the table were his two fighting knives, both a few centimeters over a foot long and forged in a clip point style with long silver crossguards and black leather handles, both now wrapped in white dingy bandages. The wide, long blades were in need of a good sharpening which was made apparent by the way the dim light shone upon their edges. Stuck point down in the table was a small throwing knife with a rough, straight, black handle, the last of a set of five Crim had been carrying around over the past few weeks. Beside those weapons was the basic .45 semi-auto pistol he had swiped earlier.

Crim glanced at Kata for a moment, then back at the table. Awkward silences are always great.

The phrase may have stirred some sense of caution in the dashing pink-haired man; However Katastrophy's attire or rather, lack of, had caught his eye and the attractive catgirl's word of warning seemed to go into one ear and directly out of the other. He snapped out of his temporary trance, quick eyes focusing on her face once again.

"Maybe, but I'm much more concerned with the quality of this hotel's late-night kitchen staff's cuisine. Besides, haven't you had enough?" he asked casually as he allowed his head to droop back as it rotated slightly on his neck, the back of his head touching the headrest of the comfortable La-Z-Boy in which he was seated. His eyes closed as he smiled a bit, his body relaxed and his hands resting lightly on the side armrests of the large chair.

"I'd rather be comfortable for tonight... I'm in a bit of pain and... While pain isn't new to me I've been in quite a bit lately. Though, I haven't had as much fun as I've had in the past few days in a while so I guess it's bittersweet."

Crim` opened his eyes, glancing to her. Just as he was about to say something the door chimed and a man called out "Room service!" and so he stood, walked to the door, and a man rolled in a cart with a tray atop it. Crim` took the tray off which contained two dishes, and put it on the middle table. He slipped the man a few dollars, nodding in thanks. The man, by his facial expression, seemed to desire more money but he nodded and headed back to the door with the cart. Crim` blinked.

Not like he carried much cash around on him anwyay...

Crim` took a seat and poked at his food with the supplied fork. "Looks good." he said, staring at the steaming, generous amount of orange chicken on his plate. Kata's tuna melt was on the other end of the tray in it's own respective plate.

Crim` ate slowly, stabbing into large portions with every dive of his fork.

"Er yrah, I hav a flahsh dwive wit all teh info." he said, his mouth full. How rude... Or rather... WUDE.

Crim` ate a bit more then leaned back in his seat, yawning.

"Further out... A bit further out than here there's someone we should check out... All the info I have on him lead to the conclusion that he's a highly suspicious character with a weapons fetish... I know this description suits many people we know, but this guy is supposedly over the top." Crim` pulled a cigarette from out of his pocket, it was crumpled and bent in a strange manner yet it was not punctured or torn so it was still smokable.

"To approach him... We need a plan. Otherwise we might get out faces disentegrated. Do you have any experience in... Espionage? Disguises?" he asked the catgirl as he flashed her an inquisitive look.

Crim figured it was something she did anyway... Or rather, ignored the fact that it might be sarcasm.

"Well... This isn't the type of guy you'd want on your team. He's a pretty twisted individual with a few other 'interests' that are rather... unsavory. One of my sources told me that he's evaded the law with payoffs quite a few times, otherwise he'd have been executed or put behind bars for the things he's apparently done." he said, frowning a little. "Buut... Yeah, I say we devise a plan to get in and investigate. Just remember we have to be careful with this... I have a bad feeling about this guy."

"Well, I doubt you abduct innocent children, and I know even Bizarro isn't that messed up... Anyway, you're right about the tomorrow thing." he said, covering his food and looking out to the balcony. "You're quite a tough lady to stay alive around sometimes, d'you know that?" he asked, looking back to her with a smirk. A compliment?