"Well," Reese stated, thinking of a way to summarize events in the past few months. "I had found myself a well-paying occupation as a mechanical engineer and weapon designer, as well as a small yet comfortable home that sits at a nice view of the Dojoville valley. Clara's doing well as a biochemist, and Wyatt got a job as a head officer in law enforcement; he and Clara are..." Reese slightly grinned. "...you know. Wilson is...Wilson, and he's doing just fine; I've been working on a small hover-bot so that he could have a physical extension." Reese tapped the bar table in an attempt to remember other happenings over the months that Mortar could find of interest. "...Oh! There was also this whole robot uprising led by a general overseeing a mining project owned by the Imperial Dominion, but that was quickly squashed. And...that's pretty much it. I assume Cyan already told you about..." Reese scratched the back of his head, blushing and smiling as he thought about Cyan. Then, Reese reassumed a casual expression. "So not even Cyan knew where you were the whole time?"