He cocked his eyebrow with intrigue. "You're the second person who's told me about these guys, actually. Although the other was a Guardian by the name of Mason Grey who was vaguer than an ancient prophecy. Tech-disablers... god knows that would be a nightmare for a place like this." Judging from the milling drones and autonomous cleaning units, he was right. The entire store seemed to run off of postmodern technology, a transparent disaster if the alleged anti-tech assholes came into contact with it. "So, Daniel, was it? Judging by the fact that our meeting looks like one by pure chance... you weren't told that you've been recommended by a friend of yours for a job here?"