Alissa stared at the newcomer with mild curiosity. Half of his face was organic while the other half was metallic and robot. The other half of his face was somewhat familiar.
"I've seen you before," Alissa muttered, looking down at her feet. "Half of you, I guess."
The man extended hand. "Matthew Cyrista's the name." Alissa cautiously took his hand and shook it. The name quickly connected with her and she nodded.
"Oh, yeah. Cyrista. Designed a good chunk of our equipment. Good job with that. Hasn't failed me yet." Cyrista nodded in appreciation. Hoffman raised an eyebrow and looked at the two curiously, but didn't say anything.
They entered the cafe and went from vender to vender gathering food. Alissa gathered up five bologna sandwiches and a carton of milk and went to sit down at an empty table. She pulled off her helmet and set it on the table. Her sweaty and mess black hair tumbled down to her shoulders. She had bags underneath her eyes and wore square-framed, black glasses. A long pink scar ran from her chin to the left corner of her mouth.
"Well, that was almost polite," Hoffman noted as he sat down on the opposite side of the table. Alissa rolled her eyes and looked up. Hoffman had some bowl of soup with him.
"Well, the guy did design a bunch of the equipment I use. Credit where credit is due," she said with a shrug. They quietly ate their food for a moment before Hoffman spoke up again.
"So what's your story?" he asked curiously. "Just being around use these past few minutes seems to suggest an interesting thing or two happened to you." His tone was light-hearted and inviting. Alissa glared at him.
"My story," she said with faux niceness. "Is none of your business."
Hoffman sort of nodded and smiled before continuing. "So, may I be brutally honest?" Alissa raised an eyebrow, but nodded. "Good. You are a unlikable and unpleasant and I am honestly impressed anyone can stand to be around you."
For the first time, Alissa smiled. "That's the best you could do?"
"I could do worse," Hoffman said with a shrug. "But I'm more curious about this: why you feel the need to alienate everyone?"
"As I stated, none of your business," Alissa snapped. "And if I am so unpleasant, why are you still hanging around me?"
"I-" he paused, trying to find the right words. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "I really don't have any idea why. I think I'm thinking your a lot nicer than you are making yourself out to be." Alissa stared at Troy Hoffman for several curious second before turning back to her food. She ate the rest of her food in silence. She stood up after several minutes and dumped her food in the trash before returning to the table and crossing your arms. Hoffman looked up from his soup.
"I was going to go work on the tower's defenses," Alissa grumbled, picking up her helmet. "Want to come help cover me?"
Hoffman stood up and gave an overconfident smile. "I suppose if you really need me." Alissa managed her own weak smile before gesturing for the Knight to follow her.