[There's got to be a joke about two guys who're secretly confident that they can beat up the other in case they have to...
Adam moves to follow, and as he walks over he rolls up the sleeves of his uniform up to the elbows, exposing sleek shells of black polycarbonate that match his hands. It's an almost subconscious response to an annoyance he hadn't realized was there – all the clothing he'd had until today had been specially designed to accommodate his cyberlimbs' other functions. Not so with the Moira standard-issue. Last thing he wants to do is have to deploy a nanoblade for whatever reason and shred one of the only three shirts he owns.
He keeps pace with the guy, arms at his sides. He moves with the telltale confidence of someone who's had training (and moreover: experience.) Probably not unlike 76 himself.]
Navigation, observation decks, cargo– [he says, mouth twisting in a frown] and the barracks, mostly. I can tell you a lot about the cargo bay.
[Maybe the slightest hint of bitterness in his tone there? Dealing with people's confiscated crap all afternoon had quickly gone from (kinda) fun to a real chore.]
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Adam moves to follow, and as he walks over he rolls up the sleeves of his uniform up to the elbows, exposing sleek shells of black polycarbonate that match his hands. It's an almost subconscious response to an annoyance he hadn't realized was there – all the clothing he'd had until today had been specially designed to accommodate his cyberlimbs' other functions. Not so with the Moira standard-issue. Last thing he wants to do is have to deploy a nanoblade for whatever reason and shred one of the only three shirts he owns.
He keeps pace with the guy, arms at his sides. He moves with the telltale confidence of someone who's had training (and moreover: experience.) Probably not unlike 76 himself.]
Navigation, observation decks, cargo– [he says, mouth twisting in a frown] and the barracks, mostly. I can tell you a lot about the cargo bay.
[Maybe the slightest hint of bitterness in his tone there? Dealing with people's confiscated crap all afternoon had quickly gone from (kinda) fun to a real chore.]