"Nah, "Come as You Are." Same band, though." [i]Watcher said from inside his room. The room was fairly large, but it was a mess. His desk was littered with mechanical and electronic parts, and his armor stood in a stand surrounded by parts. The drawers in the dresser next to his bed, however, were organized neatly. Empty Gatorade bottles lined its top, along with plenty of tools. Blueprints and design drawings were scattered across his unmade bed. The music came from a speaker on top of a shelf above his dresser. Watcher himself was seated in a rolling office chair, a pencil tucked behind his ear.[/i]