Haru mentioned the Arrancar’s Hierro—something he’d read about—and it was a true concern. However, Elliott was pretty sure that Hierro’s protective effect applied more to cutting and piercing damage than percussive damage. It made sense that Haru would make himself over that, being a swordsman, but Elliott figured he would be able to work around that issue with less difficulty. He chose not to say anything about it, simply nodding instead.
Over the course of the elevator ride, Haru batted away his teasing with the power of a true stony-faced professional, but Elliott was not to be deterred. He followed Haru out of the elevator with his hands in his pockets as his guide took him to where he would be staying. “Biometric scanner, nice.” He commented, noting the Committee’s smart thinking by incorporating biometric security devices.
Adding a requirement of “something one is” to a security policy was in most cases one of the most effective ways to enhance it (although Elliott was uniquely qualified to circumvent basically any biometric scanner, a fact he felt no need to disclose to anyone here unless it came up.) He was, however, quite let down by the presence of manual locks on these doors, but he supposed for a simple residence security would have to give way to convenience for the technologically illiterate. That could certainly bite them in the ass later.
Following Haru’s instruction, and changing his handprint to another configuration he’d memorized, he placed his hand on the scanner. There was no way he’d give this organization his true handprint—at least not now. Up until now they’d never taken his handprint, so there shouldn’t have been a problem with him registering a fake one. When his name popped up on the electric label, confirming that he’d registered the room, the door slid open with no noise whatsoever. Stepping inside, it was similar in size the the apartment he’d been staying in before, although everything was updated and generally higher quality, which he’d appreciated. He’d have to verify the encryption on the wireless keyboard and mouse or away they would go.
He was interested to learn that it was soundproofed. While it made sense for a facility of this standard, he was surprised to learn they’d go that far for residences. He grinned. “You’d better be happy I can’t just walk in here with any fuckin boy I pick up. Some of them would really test that soundproofing.”
Haru wrapped up this little leg of the tour, explaining that he would return in ten to fifteen minutes to pick him up for a trip to R&D. As Haru finished up, he informed Elliott that he’d give him time with the room before returning to continue the orientation.
“Sounds good, stud.” Elliott said. “Come back whenever.”
As Haru would leave, Elliott already thought of a couple things he’d have to bring from his place—his laptop for one.