[The man on the other edge of the garage stands still, utterly relaxed and focused. Wrapped in red and white armor, he makes no move to lift his hand from the side of the ruined radio he'd been checking over.]
Not here for you. Doing a salvage run. [Yet he hasn't turned back around. He takes a step. His feet are quiet despite all the metal. A hint is the ports where a normal person would have ears.] Thought all of the arrivals were over with.
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Not here for you. Doing a salvage run. [Yet he hasn't turned back around. He takes a step. His feet are quiet despite all the metal. A hint is the ports where a normal person would have ears.] Thought all of the arrivals were over with.
[Apparently not.]