[He glances back. Even when he had all his limbs, Miller wasn't so stiff. But neither was Ocelot. Probably a soldier, though. Some sort of soldier.]
[When they reach it he braces his foot so he can let go of the crutch and keep it tucked under his arm, then swipes his hand in front of the machine.] Take your MID and swipe. Then it'll give you a list of options you can choose from. [None of them he knew, but hey. Who could tell whether something was bad or not?]
[If they're going to be on the same crew, he might as well introduce himself.] I'm Kazuhira Miller. [Fully aware he didn't look like a "Kazuhira". His father's genes has weaseled their way in there strangely.] Moira?
[Everything about his own voice is quiet and earnest, a touch gravelly but not too much. Not exactly polite. Not impolite. The sort of voice that delivers information and instruction.]
Sorry the new character nervous makin' me screw up. Many edits.
[When they reach it he braces his foot so he can let go of the crutch and keep it tucked under his arm, then swipes his hand in front of the machine.] Take your MID and swipe. Then it'll give you a list of options you can choose from. [None of them he knew, but hey. Who could tell whether something was bad or not?]
[If they're going to be on the same crew, he might as well introduce himself.] I'm Kazuhira Miller. [Fully aware he didn't look like a "Kazuhira". His father's genes has weaseled their way in there strangely.] Moira?
[Everything about his own voice is quiet and earnest, a touch gravelly but not too much. Not exactly polite. Not impolite. The sort of voice that delivers information and instruction.]