A-702
The smol janitor looking guy started to suddenly sweat all over. "Eh-eh ehhhh!? No no no! Nooooo way! I'm just a regular janitor! N-nothing shady about me! E-erm, yeah! Just the regular cleaner, no corpses involved! Nnnnope! And cops are absolutely not involved! I pay my taxes on a regular basis, wash 3 times a day, help grannies walk the roads, eat stale pop tarts with water and cereal for dinner. I'm totally 100% normal dude!"
The last part was absolutely normal. Even as he shook his head furiously. It was totally cute though (ironically unironically in an ironic unironic way, ironically).
He crawled just a bit closer to Justice all of a sudden.
"A-anyways, a guy with missile fists and a fiery haired girl!? Whaaa? That sounds like one of them 2000s animes. Do I look like some kind of Dungan pilot or something? I.... ooooooooh!" He smacked his fist in his palm, eyes wide open.
"I see, I see. You must've mixed me with my previous version. Sorry, but I have no memories past the last 3 hours. My biological body must've kicked the bucket, but they were able to extract my black box through my DNA. Aren't I handsome now?"
He whispered in his ear outside of Suerte's view (not really), totally looking worried. Probably about looking lame in front of a cute girl.
"I hear my body was a total mess this time. Did I at least fight really cooly? I mean, they didn't actually tell me. It's kind of embarrassing really."