Tex? I didn't think of you as a nickname type. [But despite what he's saying, there's clear amusement in his voice. Just as there's a little more energy, a little less anger and broken edges.]

No goddamn idea. [Oh. Wait.] Unless you're counting the corrupted files I'm dealing with. Lots of half images, weird familiarity with things. Like this.

[He flickers out of existence for a second, only to reappear standing on the discarded armor's head.]

The color means something, I think. But I don't know it. Same with that Porter people keep talking about.

[He might have been picking apart the Network while he was waiting for Tex to show up.]