[The way he jumps almost manages to make Kerry himself jump in response but instead he takes a heavy step back in his leather boots and goes back to what he was doing, which had incidentally been snooping through all the drawers and cabinets available to him.]
Don't take this the wrong way, but-
[Another door opens, only to fall shut on the tails of a disappointed sigh. He'd even take some half-assed backdoor diagnostic tech at this point. Nothing. The chrome in his arms flashes beneath the overhead light as he turns to face V, giving up the ghost of finding anything useful.] You look like shit.
[Kerry made a deal, of course, he did. Just like anybody else aboard the haunt but his was a lot more specific. This time no vendetta, no angry passionate pursuit against the pop-punk agenda. He's keeping his truth a secret for now, disillusioned by what this place had to offer and in no mood to spin our or fall back into old habits.]
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Don't take this the wrong way, but-
[Another door opens, only to fall shut on the tails of a disappointed sigh. He'd even take some half-assed backdoor diagnostic tech at this point. Nothing. The chrome in his arms flashes beneath the overhead light as he turns to face V, giving up the ghost of finding anything useful.] You look like shit.
[Kerry made a deal, of course, he did. Just like anybody else aboard the haunt but his was a lot more specific. This time no vendetta, no angry passionate pursuit against the pop-punk agenda. He's keeping his truth a secret for now, disillusioned by what this place had to offer and in no mood to spin our or fall back into old habits.]