[The brightness of those blue optics wink out for a brief second as he blinks, but he remains with his hand and the ring extended, waiting and then relinquishing it once the young man takes it.]
Were what?
[His voice is low, gruff but soft-spoken. The clothing he wears is a direct contrast to the metal body he has, a knitted tunic and wrap, camo-print pants and tall boots. There's nothing on guard by the way he carries himself, and once his hand is free he regards those metal digits. Right. This place seems pretty lacking in Exos.]
Name's Banshee. Sorry for the scare.
[He supposes his appearance may not be the friendliest. He's just not used to the reaction.]
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Were what?
[His voice is low, gruff but soft-spoken. The clothing he wears is a direct contrast to the metal body he has, a knitted tunic and wrap, camo-print pants and tall boots. There's nothing on guard by the way he carries himself, and once his hand is free he regards those metal digits. Right. This place seems pretty lacking in Exos.]
Name's Banshee. Sorry for the scare.
[He supposes his appearance may not be the friendliest. He's just not used to the reaction.]