[ When DiMA turns on his video feed to reply, Ianchus is quite possibly in for a shock. The person on the other end is visibly mechanical, and in a dramatic state of disrepair. His synthetic skin is damaged and torn, wires and tubes running out of him and cobbled-together components jutting from his head and shoulders. DiMA is a mass of exposed wires and damaged metal, but he has a kind and gentle smile.

His face, actually, is incredibly familiar, for as strange as the rest of him is. It's the same as Nick's. Identical, actually, save for their eyes. Hmm. ]

I would appreciate that very much, yes. Shall I continue calling you young man now that I can see your name here? Just like I can keep a secret, I can maintain an illusion.