Nate's eyes flew open, his head came shooting up off the desk. The armour whirred as it enhanced his speed, his reflexes, his gauntleted arm blurring forward in a bid to close his fingers around the girl's throat. It hadn't registered yet just what had changed, but he knew she'd been tampering with his systems and that was reason enough for his reaction. He'd fix it later, of course, but it was going to be a pain in the ass, and he didn't appreciate the extra trouble.
"Fuck!" She tried to dodge but not only had she been caught unaware but his enhanced reflexes were too much for her. She was caught now. "I can explain!"
The grip tightened slightly, still enough that she could breathe (with some difficulty) and speak, but not enough that she could get away. The strength behind that grip though, seemed to illustrate that size-changing at this point wouldn't have been that great an idea. His eyes were bloodshot, but hard as diamonds as he glared at her. It looked like he hadn't bothered to get a haircut or a proper shower for weeks. But his mind was still sharp, and he was dangerous.
"Then you'd better start talking, because I'm really not in the mood to run diagnostics."
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