[ at least he's lucky enough that he's just been coming off patrol duty when the ship finally decides that it's had enough peace. revolver holstered at his side, soysauce rocks on his heels as the elevator hums and heads upwards, blinking when it ping!s to a stop and the door opens up.
and ah, he recognizes who it is that walks into the elevator.
lilith, was her name, yes? one of the people who'd been involved in that messy altercation in the hallways? the one who supposedly had powers to set things on fire, so on and so forth? it wasn't so much fear of her powers that made him shift a little nervously, but rather the fact that he seemed to have bought some amount of hostility from her after his intervention in that little gunfight.
still, no use being rude, right? despite the slightly fidgety way he folded his hands behind his back, soysauce still gave lilith a polite little nod as she stepped onto the lift. ]
Eh -- good afternoon?
corridors ; OPEN
[ well. he honestly can't be too surprised that the ship had finally decided to cause some sort of trouble again.
a couple hours since he's found himself trapped in this endless labyrinth of corridors, and soysauce is starting to get ever so slightly disgruntled as he continues walking ahead. taking a turn once in a while when the corridor branches out.
it's quiet, and lonely, and ever so sterile, and he tries to do something, anything to make the hallways feel a little less -- cold. whistles some soft tune as he walks, or hums the soft jazz melody he's been practicing. takes short little sprints forward. picks at the front of his waistcoat -- scorched all over, the fabric burnt right through in spots -- or tries to re-knot his burnt-up tie to make it look at least somewhat presentable.
and of course, the moment he hears any sound of another person somewhere in the corridors, gets even the faintest idea that there might be someone else stuck here with him, he immediately trots forward. casting about to try and find whoever it is that he might be able to walk alongside, to lessen the loneliness out here in these corridors. ]
sawyer "soysauce" sciarrino | open!
[ at least he's lucky enough that he's just been coming off patrol duty when the ship finally decides that it's had enough peace. revolver holstered at his side, soysauce rocks on his heels as the elevator hums and heads upwards, blinking when it ping!s to a stop and the door opens up.
and ah, he recognizes who it is that walks into the elevator.
lilith, was her name, yes? one of the people who'd been involved in that messy altercation in the hallways? the one who supposedly had powers to set things on fire, so on and so forth? it wasn't so much fear of her powers that made him shift a little nervously, but rather the fact that he seemed to have bought some amount of hostility from her after his intervention in that little gunfight.
still, no use being rude, right? despite the slightly fidgety way he folded his hands behind his back, soysauce still gave lilith a polite little nod as she stepped onto the lift. ]
Eh -- good afternoon?
corridors ; OPEN
[ well. he honestly can't be too surprised that the ship had finally decided to cause some sort of trouble again.
a couple hours since he's found himself trapped in this endless labyrinth of corridors, and soysauce is starting to get ever so slightly disgruntled as he continues walking ahead. taking a turn once in a while when the corridor branches out.
it's quiet, and lonely, and ever so sterile, and he tries to do something, anything to make the hallways feel a little less -- cold. whistles some soft tune as he walks, or hums the soft jazz melody he's been practicing. takes short little sprints forward. picks at the front of his waistcoat -- scorched all over, the fabric burnt right through in spots -- or tries to re-knot his burnt-up tie to make it look at least somewhat presentable.
and of course, the moment he hears any sound of another person somewhere in the corridors, gets even the faintest idea that there might be someone else stuck here with him, he immediately trots forward. casting about to try and find whoever it is that he might be able to walk alongside, to lessen the loneliness out here in these corridors. ]