[A weapon, huh?]
In that moment, Dante almost burst out laughing. It took a lot of restraint to stop himself, and thanks to 8-6's helmet, his expression was hidden, allowing him to maintain Ghost's aura. Once he regained control, the first thing he did was calibrate his Voxcore to avoid a chuckle slipping in as he spoke.
[Professor Sanches, you have worked for Gaia Industries for… how many decades?]
The elderly man fixed him with a glare.
"Fifty years."
[I see, I see.] Though Dante was nodding, it didn't look that way to everyone else. [Fifty years. To stay there for that long must mean that you had no qualms about working for them, right?]
