Funnily enough, it kind of does. [Even the itch in his skull seems to fade, giving way to the reverb.] Not really my style, but– not bad.
[As the sound hits his ears, various heads-up notifications dot the edges of his vision, unprompted – needless biomedical data, the sort of info he'd only get during treatment at the clinic, or when his Sentinel would patch up a wound of his. Adam frowns, distracted – retinals must have gotten damaged somehow, maybe when he'd come through the Ingress.
He's dealt with enough glitches in his few months of being augmented to know that there's no point in trying to fix them himself. Maybe someone'll be able to look at them later.
A glance at the gun. Even with the shades, it's pretty easy to tell where his eyes are looking.] You make that thing yourself? Or do gun-shaped speakers just come standard where you're from?
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[As the sound hits his ears, various heads-up notifications dot the edges of his vision, unprompted – needless biomedical data, the sort of info he'd only get during treatment at the clinic, or when his Sentinel would patch up a wound of his. Adam frowns, distracted – retinals must have gotten damaged somehow, maybe when he'd come through the Ingress.
He's dealt with enough glitches in his few months of being augmented to know that there's no point in trying to fix them himself. Maybe someone'll be able to look at them later.
A glance at the gun. Even with the shades, it's pretty easy to tell where his eyes are looking.] You make that thing yourself? Or do gun-shaped speakers just come standard where you're from?