The interior of the apartment is pretty upscale for how long Felix has been here. It's his usual style, sleek and modern all in neutral colors and bold prints save splashes of orange and red here and there. Of course, the decorating technology makes this all a lot easier, but still. Locus would consider it all unnecessary, and a waste of his wages.

Felix starts talking almost immediately as he busies himself getting settled in. It's the helmet that comes off first, being set on the coffee table before he turns to trot into the kitchenette. "So, you gonna tell me why you've been spying on me for the past what... month?" Felix asks as he fixes himself a drink. Though it's a loaded question, he doesn't sound very angry. "I mean, I know stalking is sort of your thing- Hey, you want anything while I'm in here?" Felix interrupts himself before turning his head to look at where Locus is assuredly still standing awkwardly right inside the apartment, holding his cocktail. "But like," he picks back up, still calm, "what the hell, seriously?"