There were still plenty of systems to go through. This damn tower had more systems than a corporate office that took up half a skyscraper, but after looking through most of them he saw that none of them were redundant. They all served a purpose on their own. He was only through maybe a quarter of them syncing them up to his operating system so that he could work with them without having to think too much. Normally this would be his life blood, the air he needed to breathe, but tonight he didn't really feel like sinking into the world of coding. Blowing shit up on the other hand sounded really attractive!
Speaking of attractive, the touch to his shoulder made his glower less angry and more pouty. YES! He pouts! Shut up. "Nuthin." He's also five apparently.