Being thrown into the middle of a death match, that was nothing new for Ric. Dying and waking up, that had been a little more unusual, but it wasn't like he hadn't heard of that before - he knew some guys, and girls (not so final death knows no gender boundaries). It was the inactivity that was getting to him; hadn't taken long to figure out that hacking was off the table, television just wasn't the same without Star's commentary to make it more entertaining, there were no cases to investigate, and it wasn't like he knew anybody well enough to have a beer together and give them shit. He'd say it was fucked up that periods of peace made him nervous about what horrible thing was going to happen next, but considering where he was? He'd say it was justified.

Even he had his limit for how much time he could could spend staring at the ceiling and sulking - brooding manfully, he brooded manfully - about the latest in a long line of weird shit that happened to him, so Ric grumbled to himself, pulled his shit together, and went to go see if he could at least find a little human company.

Human, that he didn't find, but when you were a mutant hanging out with other mutants, dating an alien, you didn't get that picky about it. Gaming consoles weren't really his thing, give him a computer and a secure server just waiting to be cracked open any day, but it was still something. He watched the... whatever he was... already playing for a second, smirking, before speaking up. "I've heard that one. First it's the graphics, then there's lag, then your controller is broken. There's nothing wrong with manning up and admitting it's user error." Hey, he didn't say he wanted to get along with the human, or not-so-human, company. Just that he wanted it.