[ Steve is making his rounds, as he usually does, when the lift picks up another crew member, and he doesn't really need to give much attention to the fact this guy seems a little sour. His own arms aren't exactly crossed over his chest, not with the fact he's got a uniform jacket draped over one of them that's infinitely much too small, and he's casually leaning against part of the wall with a foot braced against it as he waits. What he's wearing is actually bigger than he is, but it almost works; everything he'd had before had been a little too tight in the shoulders anyway. ]
Bad day? [ He tilts his head toward him, trying to make light conversation. ]
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Bad day? [ He tilts his head toward him, trying to make light conversation. ]