[ There is something different about Starkiller's image on the monitor. His movements fluctuate between twisting his communicator at odd angles while holding it out at arm's length to bringing it in drastically close to his face. To top off any doubts of identity, he also has a silk scarf of the pink variety tied neatly around his forehead and a few other added accessories that help Esmeralda feel more...at home. The communicator is set down as an after-though, but the feed continues. ]
What am I? Some kind of...soldier?
[ Tentatively he places one index finger to his lips in thought. Feeling suddenly as if the gesture doesn't quite fit, he starts to swing his arms back and forth to a forming rhythm. Once the movement starts to feel more natural, Esmeralda does her best convincing masculine stance and begins to feel out this new body and the armor without one ounce of shyness. ]
Well. This could take some getting used to.