Kazuya eyed Middleman with some trepidation, questioning just how he came across information like that. To Peter, he just offered a condescending eye, and snorted at Sima Yi, noting the dated appearance and being reminded of an exhibit in a museum he had seen in passing one time.

He was very happy to have the simple red leather, metal studded, gloves that had become such a part of him returned. He didn't mention that if he so chose, he could easily clear a path for all of those involved with minimal effort. After all, he wasn't sure just who could be trusted with the information about his 'other self'.

"What I want to know right now, is just who the hell you people are, and what you're capable of. I want to know everything about you people before sticking my neck out and attempting some sort of a plan."