[ This look she's giving him, right here? This weighted, probing thing? Is likely the closest she's ever observed him, the furthest thing from warm and doctorly and instead the eyes of a scientist looking through a microscope, observing a virus mutating sample cells, of picking apart fine circuitry to find what makes him tick.
He claims to be able to take on Reaper, confirming with a certain touch of finality that if he isn't a super soldier, he is at the very least augmented somehow. Yet he bears no sign of cybernetics, no familiar slide of lubricated silicone or the heavier step of a metal leg, no recalibrating clicks of mechanical fingers beneath his gloves. If he's been enhanced, it's been genetically.
There aren't many like him left. She's silent for some time, but finally, a few long moments later: ]
You've fought him before then, I take it. At length.
[ She's already told him it'd require tissue samples; she won't specifically ask, however— at least not yet. ]
no subject
He claims to be able to take on Reaper, confirming with a certain touch of finality that if he isn't a super soldier, he is at the very least augmented somehow. Yet he bears no sign of cybernetics, no familiar slide of lubricated silicone or the heavier step of a metal leg, no recalibrating clicks of mechanical fingers beneath his gloves. If he's been enhanced, it's been genetically.
There aren't many like him left. She's silent for some time, but finally, a few long moments later: ]
You've fought him before then, I take it. At length.
[ She's already told him it'd require tissue samples; she won't specifically ask, however— at least not yet. ]