"I worked with a scientist back home~ I'm used to the labcoat types." Caz looked up, debating, but in the end decided to keep his trap shut. He'd told this guy a lot already- no use talking about personal matters.

"Though, I have to ask, if you don't mind me being nosy~ You're security, right?" And a pause for formality. "Why the career move when you're less than enthused with our illustrious leaders...?" Part of him was just testing something- could non-humans have enough desire for a Greeed to even feed on? He wasn't planning on doing any more than trying to bait a reaction, but...he had already palmed one of his cell medals. Just a reflex, or so he wanted to tell himself.

Science was awesome when magic couldn't solve your problems.