Waterford Ireland (open)

The Irishman had flinched from being yelled at, his paranoid mind running through hundreds of possibilities of his oncoming death. An old colleague of his fathers? One of those effected poorly from the experimentation and felt their need for revenge was justified on him? He slowly looked over his shoulder at the stranger, an odd mix of relief and fear shooting through his chest at the sight of this unknown person.

He studied the stranger closely, his overactive mind trying to catalog everything about them. He seemed to jerk out of his thoughts at the use of his last name.

"Yes? I mean- No, no you aren't a bother, how can I help you?" He forced himself back into his work persona, despite wanting to do nothing other than leave it back at work. The use of his, that, last name caught him off guard though. Most who talked to him used his father's last name, Aaron, instead.

"Just Elijah, or Eli please." The Irishman requested as he followed this stranger and hostess to the small table for two. This felt oddly intimate, a semi-private lunch with a stranger. He was chewing on this inside of his cheek once again, his intrusive thoughts not helping the situation one bit. He really didn't need to be informed of all the ways this blond man could kill him. Think of something else-

"Knowledgeable in Silver..." He muttered out absentmindedly. HE looked up to study the man once more. Was he one of those human looking omnics, and his name was a pun? Not that he'd ask that...

"Greek is a beautiful language, wish I knew more of it." He tried to make small talk as he sat, but changed his mind as his work was mentioned, "Oh, thank you kindly. It is just in it's beginning stages though so there isn't much to discuss if I'm honest."

Elijah just nodded as he looked over a menu of his own, taking any reason he had not to make eye contact. He ducked his head behind said menu, the praise causing a blush to come across his cheeks and make his many freckles stand out all the more against his skin.

"Oh, um... th-thank you for saying so," The ginger chuckled nervously as he brought one hand up to rub at the back of his neck, "The emotional workings of both humans and omnics is a very complex thing, so it does take much time to not only understand, but also find ways of influencing these feelings, and there are not many who believe what I'm trying to accomplish is worth all of the effort." He cleared his throat before folding and setting the menu to the side, "If I may ask, how exactly could you help in my group's research?"

Elijah started digging through a small satchel and pulled out a miniature notebook and a pen, flipping it open to write down the man's name, and possibly anything else that Gyani told him.

"It isn't necessarily that they go against their programming, though there are some that have, but the AI they have is meant for them to learn on their own, to develop their own... personalities. Emotions. There are records of Omnics developing negative emotions, some to the point of reflecting mental illnesses like Generalized Anxiety Disorder and Bipolar Depression." Elijah set his own menu down and started gesticulating to the point of resembling Irish Sign Language, but without the accurate hand shapes. "That is what I'm researching, and hopefully I can find a way to help both humans and omnics with what I find."

He seemed to lose himself in his explanation, and couldn't come up with anywhere to go afterwards. His hands fell back down into his lap, an almost lost expression crossing his features until Gyani started talking again. Elijah nodded along, though he didn't seem as... happy as he did a few seconds ago.

"Your um... Your help is certainly appreciated, but I'm not sure if it will be necessary. The company still has millions to its name, even after the fines my father faced, and we do all of our research on sight. We currently have enough volunteers, but perhaps we can keep in touch in case anything changes?" Elijah produced a miniature notebook from his pocket and flipped it open before sliding it toward the silver haired man. The top half of the page was covered in notes taken in a mix of Gaelic and English, though the hand writing was barely readable. "I-If you can just write down your contact information and credentials, then I'll be sure to get back to you."

Allison hated being out of her armor, it was just so much easier to do her job. Of course, the higher ups told her she had to be subtle for this op and there just wasn't anyone else they trusted nearly as much, she just assumed they sent her because she was Irish. While normally she would have worn something comfortable, like shorts an a tank top, she was told she needed to blend in, which is why she was in a sun dress. That being said, she had a side arm holstered on her thigh, just under her skirt, and her knife was attached similarly to the other thigh. "Just get me a glass of whatever's good." She told the waiter as she took a seat at a table that had line of sight on her mission. Apparently the kid had gone and exposed a Talon connection somewhere and now he was very high value, and it was Allison's job to make sure Talon or anyone else didn't get to him. That being said, she would have much rather been out there continuing to hunt down rogue elements, not babysitting some kid.

Timid fingers tapped on the tabletop as Elijah watched the Greek read over his notes. He knew Gaelic? Why would a Greek guy know Gaelic?... Then again he was an Irish guy who knew Japanese and Mandarin, so he had no room to talk.

"What? No, no there must be a mistake. Ever since- well, with all the scandal behind my fa- My company, I have been very... Cúramach? Chūibu- Careful! Um, careful..." He winced at himself for the fumbling between languages. "I've been very careful with who I allow access to Aaron Industries..." And yet he was giving all this information to a complete stranger. That made him a hypocrite, right? It must of... and now that feeling of being watched was back too. A shiver wracked through Elijah's body before he slapped a hand over the back of his neck to rub the itchy feeling there away. He was just being paranoid. Again. He must have. 

The Ginger's eyes furrowed together. He dug his fingers into his neck, the slight bite of his nails on his nape pulling him out from his frantic mind enough to take in the rest of what Gyani was saying. He reached his own shaky hand forward to pull the notebook back towards himself, looking over the paper again. "Aisteach... She did not introduce herself as Lenda. But she was an old contact of my fathers, I think. She... she was very upset by what was uncovered about his work. Disturbed." She had tried to comfort him though. "Perhaps you're mistaken." When he looked back up and locked eyes with the silver haired man, he flinched back in his seat, "b-but, if she does contact me again I shall let you know." He folded his notebook away and tried to get up to leave. "I'm afraid I must be on my way. Always some problem for me to fix. But I'll contact you if need-" He had turned to leave, but instead locked eyes with the redheaded girl... staring at them. He froze, his heart pounding in his chest. They had been being watched. Someone... someone had been watching him. Eli fell back down into his chair breathing too fast to be normal and he dropped his notebook on the floor, his hands shaking too much to hold onto it anymore.