Richard nodded as the first man walked in, nodding as the man - Kyle - addressed him. "Yeah, that's right." He said after the other introductions were complete.<br/><br/>After Red had told him about the storage situation, he grinned. "Thanks, I was starting to sweat in this things." he said, indicating his bike jacket. He shrugged it off and draped it across the back of his chair. He seemed to relax a bit, though not too much. He was still new here of course, and he couldn't afford to act like it was his old barracks just yet.<br/><br/>As the jacket was pulled away, it revealed the rest of the still white shirt, and the wiry muscle on his arms. A bit of a shake of his right arm stopped gave a slight mechanical whirring noise and the crude Synth-Skin revealed where the augment began, just below his elbow. It worked just as good as his real hand had, though it had taken a bit of getting used to at first, especially the slightly enhanced strength.<br/><br/>He had just sat back against the back of the chair again when another newcomer arrived. This one didn't introduce himself, and Richard decided to just let it be. He'd get to know who the man was soon enough. Briefly, he wondered what their assignment would be. He decided so long as it wasn't running around, having been given a free license to shoot anything that might, maybe, possibly be hostile like the Red Sun outfit. He had seen enough of them and mercenaries like them during his time in The Sandbox. Seen enough of their victims to know that most of the mercenaries were just some psychos given an outlet. He grit his teeth at the memory, before calming himself down.