“How can you be so calm every time something disastrous happens?” Oceris exasperated as she sees her father figure proceed to fix the issue she came across and haven’t figured out. He gives a quiet chuckle enough only she can hear and lets her know that any softness he ever showed through his time is only toward her. “Experienced. Wisdom. And some trust I put in myself and those around me.” he calmly stated before standing up from where he was, giving himself a good but professional stretch, “There we go. It shouldn’t cause any issues anymore.” Omega turns his head away from the machine and toward Oceris with a soft smile barely noticeable if you haven’t lived with him. “Yeah you say that… But with all the experience… I can’t keep calm like you… How do you do it?” She pouted a little as her brow furrowed, staring straight dagger at her dad. “As I have said, experience-” Omega words get interrupted by his adopted daughter with a tinge of annoyance in her poutiness(?*) “Experience this… Experience that… what experience make you so calm” she protested to which a tinge of his soul is gone from his gaze, yet he persists with his soft smile. He smushes her cheeks to ‘distract’ her from her own frustration, cupping her face with this warm and gentle gesture. “Now now, it is purely just wisdom from life and teaching that I’ve learned to handle situations far more troublesome than machine breaking down. It is a fact of life that what we learn and see becomes experience. ” He removes his hand and wraps it around her in a gentle embrace, as awkward it might be and strange that it happens as if he is distracting both himself and Oceris from the true answer to that question. “You are doing just fine, Oceris. All there is… is time.”