Fractal didn't skip a moment after both commentaries where made, but he gave preference to answer the one made in the "flesh plane".
And he answered almost in the same coin; he approached her so much she could feel his warmth, and although his voice went directly to her ears, he positioned themselves in a way that she couldn't help but to feel his stare in her eyes, almost as a provocation: "You can color me more interested than this, girl. I'm a man of refined tastes, and even though I know how pleasant a dash of technology can be, I'm more of a quaint guy with a preference for girls who can surprise me with her unaugmented skills alone. But maybe that's not your specialty, as it seems."
Fractal knows he has a little bit of a problem when he engage in a conversation; he has a tendency to put too much of himself on the situation at hand, usually forgetting everything else. In runs, he usually controls himself (and as the usual Face, he knows how to exert control even over himself), but being in this kind of parlor... That's kind of different than our usual vanilla run. Anyway, something in the back of the elf head calls for him not to wander too far from his objective in being on the place: they already got a man down, and so far they have no plan on how to locate the data-file that Tabby wants. All in it's proper time, Fractal. First the job, later the fun. Unless the fun can help in getting the job done, which would be awesome...
During his quick moment rationalizing his position, he send a quick message to the team: @Team: Well, no one can hack into thee guard's link and get me his name? Well, whatever, maybe Omar's brute force idea wouldn't be so out of place; yet, let's try something different.
In the eyes of the girl, the elf's eyes hadn't put her out of focus even during the short while in which his voice went silence. For all that would matter, he appeared more to be considering something than talking to his operation's base while subvocalizing. And that would make a lot of sense in the way he continued his acting. The elf smiles opened up in an almost perverse-way. His face brightened up, his eyebrows lowered and everything was implying that he had something in mind. With a low voice, he challenged: "Hm... you know, I'm looking at you and I'm having some ideas. I'm questioning if you're just a pretty face and a nice body geared up with the latest gear, or if you got fiber and attitude to match. I do like girls with an attitude, you know? The thing is... I do not like being like everyone else. I'd like to go to somewhere else, a private place, with you, but upstairs, the rooms... that seems so bland. Nah, I'm up to it, but only if this implies more. Something more dangerous... something more adventurous. Are you still following me?"
