[Of the crew members he's met and seen around, he'd kind of pegged a lot of them as the type to practically live in the training room; he finds it to be surprisingly empty, now that he's here. But it's a big ship, he supposes, and for how busy the Ingress has been over the past months, it's apparently still not enough to make this place feel as populated as he expects it to feel.
The shout's not needed to grab Adam's attention, but it grabs it all the same and he approaches. True to his word, he's the one in the shades – and since he's sans-uniform, both cyberarms are on full display, in black metal and matte polymer mesh. They're sleek, athletic-looking, but closer inspection might reveal the pits and scratches marring their normally smooth polycarbonate shells.
A nod, in both greeting and confirmation.] Prince, right? Didn't mean to interrupt your workout.
[He gives the guy a once-over – the darkened lenses do a good job of hiding his eyes, but Adam's gaze has a way of being felt all the same. Guy's... Younger than he'd expected. Solid, though. Enough to make him think that the talk earlier wasn't just for show.]
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The shout's not needed to grab Adam's attention, but it grabs it all the same and he approaches. True to his word, he's the one in the shades – and since he's sans-uniform, both cyberarms are on full display, in black metal and matte polymer mesh. They're sleek, athletic-looking, but closer inspection might reveal the pits and scratches marring their normally smooth polycarbonate shells.
A nod, in both greeting and confirmation.] Prince, right? Didn't mean to interrupt your workout.
[He gives the guy a once-over – the darkened lenses do a good job of hiding his eyes, but Adam's gaze has a way of being felt all the same. Guy's... Younger than he'd expected. Solid, though. Enough to make him think that the talk earlier wasn't just for show.]