"Ticking? The Cyberpunk?"
The confusion coloring Beatrice's expression wasn't entirely unwarranted. Wolf hadn't meant to be vague when he gave her his opinion on what he saw in the Red Oni Club, but he still didn't have anything concrete to back up the claims he had.
"He's an Ascended Cyborg now, so reading him isn't a easy." Said the werewolf. "That said, there were some signs I had picked."
"Signs like…"
"His tone, choice of words, and the frequency at which he openly showed frustration." Wold said. "Not to mention the way he moves…"
"That still doesn't prove anything." Beatrice said. "Simply because he's in a bad mood doesn't mean he going to explode."
"It's the impression I'm getting." Wolf cast his gaze down. "He's… becoming desperate, I think…"
"Are you talking about this secret martial arts technique he's trying to learn?"
"No, it's… something different…"
