He could sense that Colby was a nice guy, and he seemed like an honest sort. If...when, he got this job, he had a feeling they'd get along just fine. Ressaw was still a question mark though. They'd barely said two words to each other aside from the hello and her small explanation. But time would tell how things would go between them. "Good. I look forward to the experience." He shook Colby's hand one last time and nodded to him, then turned slightly to glance at the girl who'd come up after him, but hadn't seemed to find her voice yet.<br/><br/>But he wasn't thinking about her now; Ressaw was running his test, so he focused on her. He listened with as much attention as he did back when he was Sierra-295, and he had to resist standing at attention or clasping his hands behind his back at ease. He was a civilian now, and he had to remind himself to act like one. So his arms once again found themselves crossed over his chest and he nodded along with the explanation.<em>Heh, simple is right,</em>he said in his head as he looked out over the course again. She finished telling him what to do and he looked back to her. "Got it. Seems easy enough."<br/><br/>She pulled a box from under the booth, followed by a brightly painted  training shotgun which he<em>almost</em>yanked from her and turned it on her. Sometimes his battle reflexes almost made him reveal who...what he really was. He'd worked hard to act normal, and instead he rolled his shoulders and neck like he was limbering up for the exercise. "I see. A little extra challenge to go along with the course? I like it." Taking the box, he weighed it in his hands to see what he could do with it.<br/><br/>It wasn't the sturdiest thing in the world, but it was tough enough to take a bit of a beating and he didn't have to treat it like a robin egg or something like that. He could get a bit creative in the course if he needed to. Before he started, he had a decision to make. He could complete this course in times that no ordinary person could, which would definitely get him hired, but that would also draw attention to him, but holding back was so hard. Not just because his body was literally built in such a way that his movements were more powerful, but because it had been drilled into his head since he was a kid.<br/><br/>He'd figure it out on the fly, because right now he had to run an obstacle course. Going to the starting point, he got into a ready position then took off. The first wall he hurdled and bent both legs as he sailed over the top. He hit the ground running and kept the box cradled against his chest like a football and he high stepped through each tire. Then he heard the bang. He turned and saw the bean bag hurtling toward him in slow motion. Without thinking, he tossed the box into the air and paused just long enough for the projectile to hurtle past. He kept going and caught the box as he cleared the last tire. When he got to the second wall, he jumped and planted a foot, then another higher up to propel himself toward the top and grab it with his free hand.<br/><br/><em>BANG!!</em><br/><br/>Again, he saw the bean bag, but at the same time he was telling himself to make it look believable. He could have dodged, he could have done any number of things, but he didn't want to raise too much suspicion. But from his position he couldn't dodge without totally blowing his cover, and he wasn't sure if taking a hit would reflect negatively on him. Reaching his free hand out, he quickly snapped out and palmed the beanbag as it got close.<br/><br/>He nearly gripped it, but he let it fall to make it look like he just got lucky. When he got to the top, he snuck a quick look at Ressaw and shook his hand like it had hurt, then gripped the rope and jumped.  When he came back up in his swing arc, he pushed off and let go of the rope, giving himself some extra distance.<br/><br/>He hit the ground and executed a perfect combat roll, then came up and sprinted toward the end. Had he done too much? Had he done too little? It was so hard to<em>not</em>be a Spartan in a situation like this, but maybe, just maybe they bought it. Placing the box back down on the booth, he looked and realized he'd accidentally squeezed it a little too hard.<br/><br/>A piece had broken off in his hand and he'd further crushed it in his grip; he couldn't help but look down at the pieces that he'd destroyed.<em>"Shit"</em>, he said in a hushed whisper that he hoped she hadn't caught. "Sorry 'bout that. All that adrenaline, guess I don't know my own strength. Been doing heavy liftin' so long I guess I gotta get used to light work again." He wiped his hands off and looked down at Ressaw, not even aware that he wasn't dripping a single bead of sweat or even breathing out of the ordinary. "Well? How'd I do?"