[She won't show up first thing - she exercises the dogs first, then goes for a brief run - but at a little before eleven, she ducks into the infirmary, eyes peeled for a stranger doing paperwork.]
[ Hey that's good that it's not first thing in the morning! Who likes their paperwork routine delayed because of a first thing in the morning visitor? Well, not this guy anyway.
Granted, he might have problems dealing with people in general but that's another story and this is work related.
Vincent probably isn't the oddest looking individual to grace the ship, but he definitely hasn't gone out of his way to look more normal. See that guy over there? Dark clothes, red cloak, red headscarf? Over the top handgun with three, count them, THREE revolver barrels holstered at his right side? Yup, that's definitely a new guy. He doesn't look like someone who should be legally allowed to sit at an office desk with a mug of coffee, writing with a standard blue ink pen on a yellow legal pad. In a medical office.
Also, depending on whether this meeting takes place after his introduction, she might have a good idea of what to look for anyway.
Vincent looks up. Yeah, those are some red eyes. Sure he's expecting someone, but that doesn't mean it's this individual in particular. ]
[The red eyes are interesting and unexpected, sure, but where Shaw's attention immediately goes is that gun - and she sure doesn't look like she's about to tell him to put it away in public.]
Nice piece.
[She says admiringly, reaching down to flick up her pant leg and reveal her ankle holster, where her own handgun (albeit a much more modest handgun) is strapped.]
I can already tell I'm gonna like having you around.
[ It's an absolutely customized fantasy of a piece and Vincent loves it.
And while he can't say he's often had a lady walk into the room, glance at his thigh and then lift her pantleg up to show off her piece, it doesn't seem to be something that makes him feel awkward with surprise either.
The tilt of his head as he looks down with interest at the handgun does hide his features more under the collar of his cloak, but not before a glimpse of the corners to his mouth being turned up in an amused smile might be caught. ]
Thanks.
[ For which part? Maybe an entire 'yes' will suffice to answer that. Alas, though there's guns to look at and admire and maybe talk about, work comes first. And this is an introduction. Pen is put down and he gestures at a chair at the other side of the desk that was probably moved there on the expectation of company. ]
Yeah, I saw your post. I was, uh-- I've been busy.
[Someone, eventually, will explain comas to this guy, if they haven't already. But Shaw does not want to be the one to do it, or the one to field all the inevitable questions that she won't have any answers to. The Barge is confounding, even for someone who's been onboard for a year and a half, and an eager member of the welcome wagon she is not. Instead, she takes the offered seat, leaning forward with her elbows on her knees.]
[ Yup, apparently it didn't come up in their brief exchange- and the communicators go by ID numbers rather than specific names. While he's met a few people on the list in person...
Also it's only polite to let the person introduce themselves even if he had found it out beforehand. Offering his own redundantly had been a prompt.
Also he'll blink once when Shaw's so forthright about her question regarding his appearance. Not shocked, not offended. Just that people don't generally approach it so bluntly.
It earns a brief chuckle. For a second Vincent's features settle to match the dry tone of his answer. ]
What? Worried I might skim a bit off the blood bags?
[ There'll be just enough of a pause to let the merit of the humor sink in. But afterward he sobers and shakes his head. ]
I'm not very fond of the sun but... no. Why? Is that a problem that comes up here?
[ After all she went right for the vampire connection. He does have to wonder. ]
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[She won't show up first thing - she exercises the dogs first, then goes for a brief run - but at a little before eleven, she ducks into the infirmary, eyes peeled for a stranger doing paperwork.]
Action!
Granted, he might have problems dealing with people in general but that's another story and this is work related.
Vincent probably isn't the oddest looking individual to grace the ship, but he definitely hasn't gone out of his way to look more normal. See that guy over there? Dark clothes, red cloak, red headscarf? Over the top handgun with three, count them, THREE revolver barrels holstered at his right side? Yup, that's definitely a new guy. He doesn't look like someone who should be legally allowed to sit at an office desk with a mug of coffee, writing with a standard blue ink pen on a yellow legal pad. In a medical office.
Also, depending on whether this meeting takes place after his introduction, she might have a good idea of what to look for anyway.
Vincent looks up. Yeah, those are some red eyes. Sure he's expecting someone, but that doesn't mean it's this individual in particular. ]
Morning.
Action!
Nice piece.
[She says admiringly, reaching down to flick up her pant leg and reveal her ankle holster, where her own handgun (albeit a much more modest handgun) is strapped.]
I can already tell I'm gonna like having you around.
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And while he can't say he's often had a lady walk into the room, glance at his thigh and then lift her pantleg up to show off her piece, it doesn't seem to be something that makes him feel awkward with surprise either.
The tilt of his head as he looks down with interest at the handgun does hide his features more under the collar of his cloak, but not before a glimpse of the corners to his mouth being turned up in an amused smile might be caught. ]
Thanks.
[ For which part? Maybe an entire 'yes' will suffice to answer that. Alas, though there's guns to look at and admire and maybe talk about, work comes first. And this is an introduction. Pen is put down and he gestures at a chair at the other side of the desk that was probably moved there on the expectation of company. ]
Vincent Valentine.
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[Someone, eventually, will explain comas to this guy, if they haven't already. But Shaw does not want to be the one to do it, or the one to field all the inevitable questions that she won't have any answers to. The Barge is confounding, even for someone who's been onboard for a year and a half, and an eager member of the welcome wagon she is not. Instead, she takes the offered seat, leaning forward with her elbows on her knees.]
So are you a vampire or what?
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[ Yup, apparently it didn't come up in their brief exchange- and the communicators go by ID numbers rather than specific names. While he's met a few people on the list in person...
Also it's only polite to let the person introduce themselves even if he had found it out beforehand. Offering his own redundantly had been a prompt.
Also he'll blink once when Shaw's so forthright about her question regarding his appearance. Not shocked, not offended. Just that people don't generally approach it so bluntly.
It earns a brief chuckle. For a second Vincent's features settle to match the dry tone of his answer. ]
What? Worried I might skim a bit off the blood bags?
[ There'll be just enough of a pause to let the merit of the humor sink in. But afterward he sobers and shakes his head. ]
I'm not very fond of the sun but... no. Why? Is that a problem that comes up here?
[ After all she went right for the vampire connection. He does have to wonder. ]