Name: 7<br/>Time: Day 1, Afternoon<br/>Location: Sector 3 Social Zone<br/>Tagging: 2<br/>Notes/Warning: Icebreaker!<br/><hr/><br/>Listening to Tessa as the vent began, the man in the couch had to admit that it was a very interesting piece of philosophy that she espoused. Not one that he was prepared to debate or otherwise examine more closely, but he could appreciate it as a sign of the care that she put into this event.<br/><br/>His yes glanced around as the light began to fade away, leaving things pitch black. Now there was  no chance of peeking even if you could see past the fabric of the blindfold. Smart, and part of the point he supposed. It would heighten your sense of touch, among other senses.<br/><br/>But he followed the instructions, rising to his feet and taking two steps forward. He then reached out, taking a hold of the hands opposite his and began to feel them, just as he would feel one of his tools. His own hands were firmed, calloused, with small lines from various scars that had been accumulated through his training. At the same time he put his own senses to work, both hearing and touch turned to the task. He'd had some experience with night fighting, and he figured this was fairly similar. Only one way to find out.