[Rinzler's been to the simulation room before, mostly to pick a fight with the phantoms it rezzed up. The sight of a user filling the doorway isn't much surprise. He's even seen seen this one around the ship—they share a kitchen shift.
Still, the address? Is definitely surprising. Rinzler stalls, constant rumbling skipping a beat as his own helmet angles to the side. Is it challenging him?
He certainly hopes so.
The masked stare lingers for a moment longer before Rinzler ducks his head in quick assent. The program's shoulders stay tucked in, a hunch that seems to be ingrained clinging to his frame as he turns for the entrance and stepped in. Still, there's a preternatural fluidity to the steps if Steve looks closely... and that ticking whir has picked up a little. Rinzler's interested.]
training room
Still, the address? Is definitely surprising. Rinzler stalls, constant rumbling skipping a beat as his own helmet angles to the side. Is it challenging him?
He certainly hopes so.
The masked stare lingers for a moment longer before Rinzler ducks his head in quick assent. The program's shoulders stay tucked in, a hunch that seems to be ingrained clinging to his frame as he turns for the entrance and stepped in. Still, there's a preternatural fluidity to the steps if Steve looks closely... and that ticking whir has picked up a little. Rinzler's interested.]