IC: Ezezko - (no fancy zippyesque location naming here) An outsider might have ascribed the look plastered to his face as the result of stoicism, cold detachment, perhaps just general badassery in a Blondie sort of way. He was cool, collected, calm and never gave a karz about anybody, that was like totally awesome, right? The kind of cold hearted guy that would calmly observe, crack a one liner, shoot someone in cold blood and collect his money and perhaps have an episode or two dedicated to his past traumas or something cliche that caused this demeanor. Well actually, the look of cool indifference was merely his confused face. He was just confused as to what had happened and when his brain was on full trying to work through a problem, his face had no processing power left to use and assumed the most neutral positioning possible. The subconscious subprocesses of his brain covertly directed a few kilowatts of power to the movement of his limbs and the processing, albeit at a low level, of his surroundings. In laymen's terms this was called flying. He wasn't going particularly fast and the blank blandness of New Atero's locale meant his brain could think and not focus much on taking in the majestic view or not crashing into something. He mulled over the events of the afternoon as the deserts blurred past.