“If he was as drunk as the rest of our countrymen, he could survive a 50 foot fall.” Samuel said a little less rigidly then he had said his introduction. It was… Pleasant to be around another soldier, however different the fronts they fought on were. When Dumas turned around to start leading him into the club Samuel feigned adjusting his sun glasses, but actually turned their true functionality on.<br/><br/>His glasses actually served as a heads up display and security measure. They had a built in artificial intelligence programmed to observe his surroundings through a miniscule camera built into the frame itself. It was constantly zooming in and out on different people that surrounded him and he moved that function into a smaller screen in his peripheral vision, knowing if there was an emergency it would alert him immediately. They also had built in functions for thermal vision, infrared vision, motion tracking, and even mild x-ray vision. These saved his life more then once and Samuel had learned to both fix and take great care of them.<br/><br/>Dumas led the way into the larger interior of the room and Samuel scanned his surroundings, well more so the people in it. The first thing his hud picked up on were 2 holograms of the same man walking around and interacting with the other employees of the club. Impressive he thought. He soon came across the figure of the flesh and blood being behind the holograms, though Samuel paid little attention to this. Obviously the head of security didn’t mind this so Samuel wouldn’t, for now.<br/><br/>The next person was a woman, who introduced herself as Mari, who was… talkative. Samuel wasn’t exactly sure how to respond, but he learned a long time ago to just smile and nod, he took her outstretched hand and grasped it strongly, but gently.<br/><br/>“The name’s Samuel McCarron. Sam is fine.”<br/><br/>His voice was still stiff but he was proud of himself for putting a little life into it. He even smiled, a rare sight now-a-days. He observed Dumas as he interacted with her and saw his lips pucker ever-so slightly and his hand twitch as his cheeks grew increasingly red. Dumas seemed aware of this and quickly brought himself back under control. Heavy infatuation, if not love.<br/><br/>Samuel did notice something concerning as the hostess strode away. Her cheeks held bruising, fairly recent. This could lead to problems, but the kind of problems that Samuel knew how to handle. He remembered the scum bag that his sister decided to marry 5 years ago. He liked to drink and hit her. Sam remembered the day that he through the piece of shit through a 4 story window. He didn’t hit her again.<br/><br/>Dumas turned to him and explained Mari’s whimsical nature and assured Samuel she meant no offense by scurrying off the way she did.<br/><br/>“We all have a job to do, don’t we? I’m sure we’ll have time to be better acquainted.” Samuel said making eye contact with Dumas.