[With a nod, he scoops up the whole pointy pile with both arms – sharp edges scraping harmlessly against the polycarbide shells – and dumps them in a box. He'll get to them later… Probably. Adam kind of gets the sense that he might object, but it'd probably just be complaining for the sake of complaining. A real rebel, this Whitesnake-looking guy.]
[Stepping back and folding his arms again, Adam prepares for what's looking to be a conversation. He snorts.] Is it that obvious?
[Putting up with the uniform, complying with this new regime– maybe it is. People'd be mistaken to think him some sort of lapdog, but they can think what they like. Either way, he's eventually going to get to the bottom of things (sooner rather than later, if he can help it.)]
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[Stepping back and folding his arms again, Adam prepares for what's looking to be a conversation. He snorts.] Is it that obvious?
[Putting up with the uniform, complying with this new regime– maybe it is. People'd be mistaken to think him some sort of lapdog, but they can think what they like. Either way, he's eventually going to get to the bottom of things (sooner rather than later, if he can help it.)]