<strong>Location</strong>: ADAMS Headquarters (First Haven, Watcher’s Island). The Pilot’s Barracks - Cafeteria<br/><strong>Date</strong>: 5 January 2099. Monday<br/><strong>Time</strong>: Morning<br/><strong>Who</strong>: Ian Harker<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Ian racked his brain trying to remember if Cy had been much of a cocky cock before the mission that had cost him his eye and his partner. He couldn’t recall any outstanding incidents of arrogance, though the way Cy talked about what had happened made him sound like he was chewing on a big slice of humble pie. Ian was tempted to just tell Cy to just swallow it already, but Ian’s mouth was busy chewing and swallowing real food.<br/><br/>He watched Cy with an impassive expression that only dropped for a few seconds when the man touched his own eyeball. Technically his cyborg-like eyeball. Ian stopped chewing egg for a moment as he openly stared at Cy’s eye. It wasn’t Ian’s first time seeing someone with an prosthetic body part, but Ian hadn’t grown up around ADAMS luxuries. He’d certainly grown up<em>near</em>it considering the cities of Portland and First Haven were both in the pacific northwest. While Portland wasn’t a hell zone it didn’t really attract the type of people who could afford spendy prosthetics. Because of that Ian still found himself vaguely curious whenever he saw someone with one. He didn’t stare too long though and didn’t stop paying attention to what Cy was saying.<br/><br/>Ian shrugged his shoulders when the other man mentioned rehab. The gesture managed to seem neither dismissive or disagreeable. “Why’re you asking me? I don’t know you. But you sure make it sound like it did something for you though. So, congrats on that.”<br/><br/>While Ian didn’t return Cy’s silent toast he did give the other pilot a slight quirk of his lips in response to Cy’s own smile. Instead of reaching for his coffee cup Ian kept his fingers curled around his fork and began to hack up his already sliced pieces of fruit into even smaller bits so that he could stir it up with his scrambled eggs. Elsewhere in the cafeteria stragglers for breakfast had shown up and the television screens had announced that the press conference would start shortly. “Yeah, couldn’t help noticing most everyone is avoiding you. What’d you do or say since you got back operating clearance? You know, other than the whole mission failure thing. Cause no one could get ignored on this level without some other fuckup along with it.”