And Bob had no idea what a Junkie was but from the inflection and context he can gather its not something a person wants to be known as. He was about to ask the proper way to address what he knows as Users but--his eyes narrow a little. Sure, alright, he'll admit he sticks out a here. No need for all this hostility, though.

Yet Bob remains calm and with a quiet exhale he confirms, "I'm not asking you to. I've been in hostile environments before, places I don't belong. I'll find my way." This person, whoever they were, had more than a few chips on their shoulder. Not in the way Matrix had, or even himself. Though it did remind him of how quick Matrix was to execute anything and everything. Always on the wire. Firewall up and ready to fight over just about anything.

It... saddened him. That people had gone through so much, Enzo especially, to make themselves this way. His shoulders slumped and head shook. "Listen, I have no intentions to make your life more difficult. In a few more cycles, I'll be on my way. As far as I'm concerned, I've never met you."

And for a small moment, it seemed like the other man had calmed himself but just as he was computing what it meant that Bob existed, and had existed for quite some time, out came another data dump. He's not. Well, he's not sure this technology and what Bob was are the same thing. "I'd like to know more of this technology, if you're willing to share."