"I told you, I'm different," she said, pulling her hand back quickly, holding it as she would a weapon. Which, he thought to himself, it kind of was. He simply stood, brushing off his trench coat, and smiled. "I prefer the storm, for it is in the utter chaos that I can think clearly." He then nodded to her, politely, and left the control room. Leaving her stairing dumbstruck at his retreating figure. "Maybe I was wrong about him..." she muttered to herself.