<span style="color: #BF0000">“Never better.”</span>Booker replied flatly without a hint of sarcasm while looking Sabina directly in the eye.<span style="color: #BF0000">“And how are you two girls, your training goin’ well?”</span>Dark circles hung from Booker’s eyes, and the right side of his face was home to a fresh series of small lacerations inflicted by flying debris. However none were deep enough to still be bleeding and didn’t look particulaly series. He was armed, as usual, even in the Federal building. A handgun was holstered on his belt, which also held several additional magazines on his left hip.<br/>Booker fell into step beside Sabina and Kira as they walked down the corridor, his scowl remaining in place.<br/><span style="color: #FF80FF">“Good.”</span>Kira responded quickly, not meeting Booker’s gaze as his turned to looking at her. She found him intimidating, much like Casey when she first met him. Despite Casey’s outwardly inhuman appearance and robotic demenour, he had quickly shown a warmer side. Booker Robinson however, never seemed to thaw out.