Jiaoqiu is having a time in the docking bay. The earpiece he has been given to help with his blindness, the one that surveys his surroundings and describes them for him, is completely overwhelmed by everything that's going on. It's giving him a constant murmur of: humanoid, red shirt, standing next to Void Runner ship-- Iron Horizon model-- snakeform Host approaching from the left-- humanoid, 180 centimeters tall, picking up a Support pack-- droidform Host clinging to the ceiling--
And about a couple dozen other things. There is so much activity here, so much to see, that it's getting overwhelming. Jiaoqiu's on the verge of leaving when he mentally rechecks what he heard, realizes someone else is picking up a Support pack, and engages. His own is slung over his shoulder, the red band marking its Division by color.
"In a world full of people picking the Security packs, I'm glad to see another Support," he greets, wearing a polite little smile underneath his blindfold. "Have you had a chance to look through the gear yet? I admit I have not; the noise in here is a little overwhelming."
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And about a couple dozen other things. There is so much activity here, so much to see, that it's getting overwhelming. Jiaoqiu's on the verge of leaving when he mentally rechecks what he heard, realizes someone else is picking up a Support pack, and engages. His own is slung over his shoulder, the red band marking its Division by color.
"In a world full of people picking the Security packs, I'm glad to see another Support," he greets, wearing a polite little smile underneath his blindfold. "Have you had a chance to look through the gear yet? I admit I have not; the noise in here is a little overwhelming."
And he doesn't even have his enhanced hearing!