He answers after the second round of knocks and for two seconds doesn't recognize the person at his door. His device is pretty good, but there's a difference between seeing people on a screen and seeing them in person for the first time. She's young, sixteen, and he feels ancient at twenty one.

It doesn't hurt that he is currently dealing with bruised ribs and fading black eye. The nanites are working over time to heal the damage, but they aren't instant miracle workers. He offers Sophie a smile when she says her name.

"Hey, Sophie. I would've come to meet you somewhere if I knew you were on your way. Come in."

He opens the door more. His apartment looks like something out of a magazine or advertisement. It's aesthetically pleasing and utterly impersonal. It's hard to tell if it was like that when he moved in or if this is his decorating style.