Adrian shrugged. "You know, that kind of makes sense, I guess." He'd say. In a way, there was something oddly satisfying about hitting someone with something really old and embarrassing. Rick rolling fell into that category. It was a meme as old as the internet itself. Or so he liked to say, but this 404 seemed like the type of being to call him out on something like that if he ever said that.

"Trust me, all of my exes are angry." He'd say, trying to make light of the feelings that got brought back up when he thought about his 'target'. His grip around the case tightened as he continued towards the destination.

"I'm after the... thing... that killed my brother. Whatever that robotic freak of science is. I want to find it and tear it apart with my bare hands."

He felt his face getting warmer as the anger flushed in. No, he had to remain calm for now.

It was a good question. Adrian didn't even know the thing existed until it appeared, and even then, it was under the finest security that Morei Tech had to offer. He was aware that in the conflict that ensued, everything went awry all over the building, but despite all of that, your ordinary schmo couldn't just waltz in and commandeer an exosuit that most of the employees didn't know was there.

"Yeah... that's Morei Tech." He'd repeat, before listening to what 404 had to say next. Mark's was a place Adrian couldn't say he had ever been to, but there was a first time for everything. Just as 404 had said, there were a couple of men, presumably the aforementioned deadbeats, hanging out by the front. They would give Adrian strange looks, but the hood, mask, and giant crate probably left a rather intimidating first impression, so they opted to not pay him any mind.

"Alright. Do I head inside?" He'd ask cautiously, looking all around him just in case there was some kind of trap to be aware of. He didn't trust 404 yet, nor was he sure he ever would. He was hoping this would be a one and done deal.

Adrian groaned, already regretting coming here.

"Anyone ever teach you to not be an ass?" He'd say into his helmet in a harsh whisper so no one else around the parlor could hear them. 404 sure loved to fling insults and belittle his intelligence. Sure, he wasn't the brightest, but the last thing he needed was a punk behind a keyboard trash talking him all the time. He hoped he could get his peace and quiet back after this little drop off.

Adrian would sigh, lifting the weapon crate up onto his shoulder. Shit was unwieldy, but his arm was getting tired of lugging this thing around.

"I'm looking for Beetle Burgess. Might have something for her." He would say, patting the side of the crate. 'Might', because if she doesn't give him the right impression, he's walking the hell out of there with every gun and bullet. Last thing he needed was more mayhem in a city he was trying to clean up.

Adrian audibly groaned. Put his richboy ass in place? Sounded more like someone had to put this obnoxious punk in their place. The longer he spent with 404, the more he could feel his brain practically melting. The exchange couldn't happen soon enough.

Adrian mentally scoffed at the thought of someone in here being a credible threat, but once 'Bagelhead' stood up and towered over Adrian by a whole damn foot, he opted it was better to keep quiet for now. The pink slippers sent him mixed feelings, but he would quietly head past the curtain into the next room, crate in tow on his shoulder.

What he was met with was... worse than he thought. 404 confirmed it was Beetle before him, and Adrian had to give her props for flaunting her status in a place like this, but... she looked like she was just a child. And here he was, carrying a crate full of weapons in to possibly give to her. His day couldn't get any worse.

Sighing, Adrian would dismount the crate from his shoulder as he placed it on the ground before him. A couple of clicks could be heard before the crate would open to reveal a plethora of weapons and other gadgets, all branded with the Morei Tech name in some form in little insignias.

"I have a delivery for you... probably. Courtesy of 404." He'd say, wondering if Beetle even knew who 404 was. He stared at the woman from behind his mask, trying to get a gauge on her. Everything told him this was irresponsible.

"But before anything, I'd like to know what you would intend to do with these."