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[hanzer]

[There's very little preamble before the network gets an earful of the distinctive, raspy tones of a certain ex-cop. Guy sounds like he smokes his cigarettes and eats them too. He also doesn't sound exactly comfortable to be speaking on the network, but anyone who's met him in person in the past few days knows that that forced impassivity is kind of his thing.]

I'm looking for someone who can work with cybernetics. Some know-how with computers or engineering would probably help, but I figure some of that comes with the territory. [A pause, and then:] Discretion preferred.

[The way he says it, one kind of gets the sense that he'd gladly find a way to make even the most indiscreet person suddenly learn the meaning of patient confidentiality– but it's just as easy to believe that that's just the way he talks.

There's another longer pause and then, at length, he adds:] I'd also be interested in speaking to anyone who can talk about the crewman we've got in the hold.

[Spooky, scary, skeleton-like – you've probably heard of Ploiatos. Adam certainly has, and (being the security-minded guy he is) he'd love to know what having a literal skeleton in the closet entails.

And since Adam Jensen's never exactly been known for ending conversations gracefully, that's where he chooses to cut the message off.

Certainly, no one can say he isn't to-the-point.]

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[hanzer]

[Adam levels the guy with a look (which has the uncanny ability to be felt even through his eye shields.) He doesn't seem surprised, or... Much of anything at all, really. About as impassive in person as he'd sounded over the network.]

Funny. That's not the one I usually hear.

[Because come on, a half-machine former cop from Detroit? The jokes practically write themselves (have written themselves several times, in fact.) Either way, he can't say it's a promising start, but at least he knows that Stark's not necessarily a guy who goes for the low-hanging fruit.

His attention's drawn from the man to the mess of machine and its exposed innards beside him – whatever that is he's working on. Adam may be far from a troglodyte when it comes to mechanics, but he certainly feels a little like one the longer he studies the thing. No matter how hard he stares, he can't make heads nor tails of what it's supposed to be for.

Eventually he gives up, folding his arms and turning his attention back on Stark. He jerks his head, indicating the machinery.] Hope I'm not interrupting anything important.

[arcreact]

I pride myself on my originality. Also, I already gave the name Robocop to somebody else. Them's the breaks.

[ Tony hops away from the machine, pocketing a soldering iron in the process and shoving his goggles up onto his forehead so that he can get a better look at his visitor. He's about what Tony'd expected, if he's being honest, but he's not ruling out surprises, either.

He shrugs at the latter comment. ]

Just making sure we don't all die in the cold unyielding vacuum of space. Usual stuff.

[ This is all said very casually, as one might discuss the weather, or the salad they ate for lunch. ]

So! What's your deal?

[hanzer]

Was kind of hoping you'd tell me. [Adam fishes around in a pocket, withdrawing a data chip tossing it on the desk beside them. He indicates it with a nod.] The medical rundown from when I arrived. Figured it'd be easier. [Easier than trying to explain a body that he's only really begun to get familiar with.]

Showed up here coming out of a bad situation. "Potentially life-threatening" bad. Can't remember some of the details, but–

[He raises one arm just enough so that its surface – scratches and pits dotting what had clearly once been sleek, smooth polycarbonate – is presented. "It's pretty clear I went through the wringer" is what the damage says for him.]

Apart from the need for body work, got a couple of cranial implants that need recalibration – that much I know. [A pause – a hesitation, really.] But I also need to be sure that there isn't something else I'm not picking up on.

[It's pretty safe to infer, from the mention of cranial implants, that he's got systems that'll tell him when something's malfunctioning. But in spite of that, something's got him worried – even if him and all his careful neutrality hide it well.]


(( sorry i don't have anything less tl;dr right now, but the med report should have a rundown of all the roboparts detailed here. just limited mostly to location, very basic function, maybe structure where it's relevant, etc. feel free to pm/plurk me if you need specific info! ))