Yeah. It might be possible to bypass something like that, but I'm not sure what kind of technology they have available.

[If they're utilizing brain chips for control, then it's likely that Mello will not be able overcome embedded alarms and firewalls. It's frustrating, considering that he may be out of his league, here. Intelligence can only get you so far with technology if you are accustomed to working in the equivalent of the stone age.]

Maybe. They might think we're involved. Unless they manage to micromanage this place to such a degree that they watch every single interaction. Even with the chip...

[But Mello cuts himself off, once again returning to train of thought of the damn chip. For all he knows, it probably keeps a record of hormone levels — thoughts. The more he thinks about it, the more it feels as though there is no privacy at all here.]

Damn. I need to get this thing out of my head.

[For so many reasons. It's in such an annoying place, to where he can't effectively look in the mirror and cut cleanly. So unless he gets someone to help...

Ah.]

Let's go back to my place for a bit.

[Take that as you will.]