[ Venom's search isn't quite as scandalous or sentimental as others are bound to be, but his item of choice is another vice among the stack of harmless indulgences, the naughty mags and novelty joke goods. He's not meant to be here, he realizes, because the point of an item being confiscated is that it stays that way, but leeway can be given in light of the fact that he'd arrived with his belonging of choice curiously missing. No one'd explicitly plucked it from between his cold, metal appendages, so. Fair game, right.
The man weaves through the dim area of the cargo bay like, yes, a phantom. Neutral expression shadowed by poor lighting, blood-red bionic occasionally clicking when it finds small cylindrical objects that resemble what he's looking for, but not quite.
He actually regrets touching quite a few of the things that he winds up skimming through, but no matter, he's a persistent man and he will, if he can, find his goddamn smokes.
With that said, when he finds Adam sifting through the inventory, Venom tips his head carefully to the side and ventures a soft tap of his foot against linoleum, announcing himself. ]
cargo bay;
The man weaves through the dim area of the cargo bay like, yes, a phantom. Neutral expression shadowed by poor lighting, blood-red bionic occasionally clicking when it finds small cylindrical objects that resemble what he's looking for, but not quite.
He actually regrets touching quite a few of the things that he winds up skimming through, but no matter, he's a persistent man and he will, if he can, find his goddamn smokes.
With that said, when he finds Adam sifting through the inventory, Venom tips his head carefully to the side and ventures a soft tap of his foot against linoleum, announcing himself. ]
...You work here? [ he assumes. ]