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[the_wrenster]

While searching through the Possessions Locker, the only clothes of his Rennes found were the trousers and jacket that he'd been given by whomever had stuck him in the Cube

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[no_devo_quotes]

"Another human. Thank God for that..." Sonia is another one eschewing the jumpsuit in favour of her personal clothing. Mainly because she trusts her armor better. Even if it does cover less, in keeping with the female video game character dress code. It's holier.

[the_wrenster]

"You make it sound like we're the only ones here," he comments distractedly. Rennes doesn't look directly at her; he's too busy scrutinizing the wall.

[no_devo_quotes]

"What with all the witches and metal men and Lord-only-knows..." She sighs, watching him with her default mild suspicion.

"Sonia. Belmont." She offers a hand with the terse introduction.

[the_wrenster]

"What, like superpowers or something?" Not that he ever believed in things like that. He probably wasn't the type to sit and read comic books in prison.

"Rennes." That's it; no first name to go along with it. There's a brief handshake, then he's back at that wall.

[skidrowseymour]

There's a bearded young man wearing a glasses-visor shuffling through the hallways. His shoulders are slumped, his eyes are on the flesh-floor - but his ears still work. When he hears someone else walking nearby, he lifts his head up.

He stops and stares at Rennes.

[the_wrenster]

Rennes is not fond of staring, especially when its someone staring at him.

"Can I help you?" he asks.

[skidrowseymour]

Seymour considers this, then shakes his head.

"You're...new." There's a faint question to that final word.

[the_wrenster]

"If you mean I was just ejected from one of those pods, yes."