[i]The man who she had stolen from stood at height of six feet and six inches, and boy did he not like thieves. He was currently wearing a suit of gunmetal grey armour made from titanium and combat composite ceramite - essentially, it could take one hell of a beating. His head was the only thing uncovered, showing a face which belonged to someone in his fifties, maybe his sixties, with its fairly lengthy, grey hair and beard, as well as all the wrinkles - though he only was forty. Jason turned, simultaneously slapping at whatever snatched his hot waffle away, his hand armoured by metal, and his strength increased by his exo. He simultaneously growled under his breath, his voice sounding surprisingly powerful and young, though it also had a very, very thick accent,[/i] "Goddamn thieves. Go 'n' rob sumone who doesn' look like he could beat ya into tha ground." [i]He snorted, a mocking chuckle leaving him. He wouldn't mind chasing her down if she ran. Sure, it was only a waffle, but he was offended by the thought of being robbed. Like.. like he was weak. Someone that was easy to thieve from. [/i]