Adam Jensen. [What he is, however, doesn't fit quite so neatly into a cute little three-word blurb about himself. The cigarette's an excuse to take a moment to think how he wants to answer, the welcome burn chasing away some of the earlier, inexplicable uneasiness with every slow exhale of heated breath – finally, he's starting to feel a little bit more like himself.
Even with the lenses covering them, it's easy enough to tell that his eyes are trained on the robot sitting just a few feet away. No wariness, just interest. He doesn't turn his attention away, not even when he starts to speak up again:]
I worked physical security at a biotech company. [Whether or not his enhancements are a "perk" of the job, he doesn't let on – though what he's got certainly could be considered overkill for simple security personnel. Clearly, he's being vague.] It's all about taking proactive measures. Your "horde" of bodyguards might've seemed unnecessary before… But if that's the case, I'm willing to bet that opinions have changed since this attack.
Or maybe that's just me hoping I don't have to find a new line of work. [There's a slight tilt at one corner of his mouth that could be taken for a crooked smile.
He could try and lead a normal life – or whatever passes for normal on a spaceship in a universe adjacent to his own. Repair things for a living. He'd be the most expensive, state-of-the-art repairperson anyone's ever seen. It's a nice thought, but he's not sure he'd ever be able to adjust after thirteen years of helping people the way he's learned how to help them. It's... Just what he's good at.]
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Even with the lenses covering them, it's easy enough to tell that his eyes are trained on the robot sitting just a few feet away. No wariness, just interest. He doesn't turn his attention away, not even when he starts to speak up again:]
I worked physical security at a biotech company. [Whether or not his enhancements are a "perk" of the job, he doesn't let on – though what he's got certainly could be considered overkill for simple security personnel. Clearly, he's being vague.] It's all about taking proactive measures. Your "horde" of bodyguards might've seemed unnecessary before… But if that's the case, I'm willing to bet that opinions have changed since this attack.
Or maybe that's just me hoping I don't have to find a new line of work. [There's a slight tilt at one corner of his mouth that could be taken for a crooked smile.
He could try and lead a normal life – or whatever passes for normal on a spaceship in a universe adjacent to his own. Repair things for a living. He'd be the most expensive, state-of-the-art repairperson anyone's ever seen. It's a nice thought, but he's not sure he'd ever be able to adjust after thirteen years of helping people the way he's learned how to help them. It's... Just what he's good at.]