"Follow me then, I didn't catch your name in our exchange. For the record my name is Otto, Otto Sinclair. Haven't seen a piece of Asteria tech for a long while, if anything you're doing me the favor." Otto laughs, rubbing the sweat off the back of his neck with his trusty rag before swiftly stashing it back into his mechanic's overall pouch.
"Birds of a feather, Information is my obsession, anything I can get my hands on to dissect, pull apart and navigate through. Especially the old world kind of information, the kind that is usually left to be forgotten." Stitch comments relating to Otto in a strange unexpected way.
"Are you sure you're talking about information, not people?" Otto exchanges an odd glance at Stitch observing him carefully.
