Disaché had never actually been on a beach before, and he wasnt sure he liked it. Each crash of a wave had his ears twitching, and he stayed a careful distance away from the wet sand.

It was so... open out here. He felt exposed. It mades his scar itch. He was about to give in to mounting agoraphobia when he spotted a familiar figure with a device he had been becoming acquainted with himself. That had his curiosity itching instead.

"What are you analyzing?" he asks, approaching Tony.