Shu finally wanders down the stairs.  His brown hair is tied back into a loose<del>rat</del>ponytail, and he wears a long white lab coat over his canvas work pants and boring, nondescript shirt.  As always, his favorite creations are close at hand -- an ominously-glowing hand cannon strapped to his hip, and an even larger grenade launcher slung across his back.<br/><br/>It never hurts to be prepared, after all.<br/><br/>He hums tunelessly to himself as he pauses to scribble something (it looks like "35.45," but his handwriting leaves some room for interpretation) at the bottom of the clipboard in his hand, before finally looking up and noticing the others in the room.  "Morning.  Who's the newbie?"