Nick leans back in his chair as Drake walks in, not having expected to have company in the HQ at this time of night. It's usually just him in the evening hours, the privacy afforded by the late shift good for tinkering with the memory bank DiMA made for him. Though he hasn't decided whether or not to use it, he figures it can't hurt to have a look at it, see exactly how it works. His brother clearly put a lot of thought and care into this, enough that Nick can't help but feel guilty that he's questioning it at all.

Still, the idea of offloading memories, or even making a backup copy of them, makes him distinctly uncomfortable -- after all, some archived memories on an old hard drive are exactly the reason he exists in the first place. If something happens to him, what becomes of those files? Would they end up in some frame much like his own, giving birth to another synth with an identity crisis and a mess of memories that aren't really his? Or what if the bank doesn't work, and he loses those memories entirely? It wouldn't really be all that different from what he's dealing with now, given how much memory he's apparently lost, events overwritten time and time again until he can no longer remember how they went or who was involved. Hell, he even forgot his own brother.

So he's been apprehensive to say the least, and as he was hoping to keep what issues he's having with his memory from the rest of the Guard, Nick considers trying to stuff the bank into his desk drawer when he hears footsteps approaching his desk. However, he'd rather not risk damaging it, so he inwardly hopes instead that Drake won't think too much of it. At least he knows if he has to explain himself, he can trust Drake to keep it to himself. He's got plenty of secrets of his own, after all.

"Just something my, erm. Brother made for me."

He's not sure he will ever be fully comfortable with the fact his brother a. exists and b. is in Hadriel, but he's working on it.