[A smile. A wry one, but a smile nonetheless. Looks like he's capable of them!]
Nice of you to offer, but you're right – I can't say these are really my thing. [Not to mean books in general. He enjoys reading just about anything when he actually has the time, just… He's not sure he can read one of these and be capable of the same sort of morbid fascination that this guy evidently is. Adam would rather not watch a trainwreck, if he could help it.]
Adam Jensen, by the way. [He moves as if to offer his hand for a handshake – you know, the traditional way one greets another person upon meeting for the first time – but for a brief moment, an unreadable look passes over his face and he decides to pour himself another two fingers of rocket fuel instead.
It occurs to him, now, that he hasn't so much as given anyone a high five since the… Procedures. A veritable graveyard of shattered cups and glasses had been a testament to how difficult it was for him to learn to control the pressure his new limbs exerted on everything he touched. He's not sure he wants to try his luck with an actual flesh-and-bone human hand here, not quite yet.
Hopefully the guy doesn't notice.]
I'd offer you some [raising his glass with a slight grimace] but if I'm being real honest here, you'd probably be the one gnawing your own arm off if I did. Not a great way to make a first impression.
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Nice of you to offer, but you're right – I can't say these are really my thing. [Not to mean books in general. He enjoys reading just about anything when he actually has the time, just… He's not sure he can read one of these and be capable of the same sort of morbid fascination that this guy evidently is. Adam would rather not watch a trainwreck, if he could help it.]
Adam Jensen, by the way. [He moves as if to offer his hand for a handshake – you know, the traditional way one greets another person upon meeting for the first time – but for a brief moment, an unreadable look passes over his face and he decides to pour himself another two fingers of rocket fuel instead.
It occurs to him, now, that he hasn't so much as given anyone a high five since the… Procedures. A veritable graveyard of shattered cups and glasses had been a testament to how difficult it was for him to learn to control the pressure his new limbs exerted on everything he touched. He's not sure he wants to try his luck with an actual flesh-and-bone human hand here, not quite yet.
Hopefully the guy doesn't notice.]
I'd offer you some [raising his glass with a slight grimace] but if I'm being real honest here, you'd probably be the one gnawing your own arm off if I did. Not a great way to make a first impression.