[ man everyone gets to keep their suits but him, what gives? he recognizes it as being just like york's but a different color. he straightens up when she addresses him that way, wearing a really dumb outfit in sharp contrast to her. ]
Who, me? [ cue looking nervous as he glances around... ok it's just him in the hall, so chances are good. he clears his throat. be cool, tone. ] First, can you lift up the good ol' face plate there? Call me old-fashioned.
arrival!
Who, me? [ cue looking nervous as he glances around... ok it's just him in the hall, so chances are good. he clears his throat. be cool, tone. ] First, can you lift up the good ol' face plate there? Call me old-fashioned.
[ he likes to know who he's talking to... ]