Emily might not care. Florida, however, was staring down at the literal embodiment of a security leak right now and he's very, very carefully considering his options here.
Most scenarios are currently ending with her neck getting neatly snapped.
He did not, however, have the advantage of information here. The Alpha was far, far out of reach and the reasons for his entrapment in this strange town was a mystery. Other than his armor, this was the first real proof that his memories of a life outside of Pines were real. And as a potential ally in this mess, Grey could be... useful.
Besides, she was kind of neat so far. Also, he'd already slipped up and given away the fact that he'd known Carolina at the start: his involvement with Freelancer was going to be pretty difficult to deny.
Drumming his fingers against his thigh plating, Florida tilts his helm before puffing a little laugh and pushing off the tree.
"Well, alright," he declares, a smile in his voice as he folds his hands behind his back. "I am agent Florida. I'd been assigned to Blood Gulch as Captain Butch Flowers, tasked with the protection of an experimental AI unit. Lavernius Tucker was under my command."
Not the whole truth. Not yet. A gauge to see how much she knows.
Rubbing his thumb and forefinger idly together, he hums thoughtfully before continuing.
"Agent Washington had been assigned to Special Operations Recovery. Agent Carolina was MIA, presumed dead. How do you know them?"
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Most scenarios are currently ending with her neck getting neatly snapped.
He did not, however, have the advantage of information here. The Alpha was far, far out of reach and the reasons for his entrapment in this strange town was a mystery. Other than his armor, this was the first real proof that his memories of a life outside of Pines were real. And as a potential ally in this mess, Grey could be... useful.
Besides, she was kind of neat so far. Also, he'd already slipped up and given away the fact that he'd known Carolina at the start: his involvement with Freelancer was going to be pretty difficult to deny.
Drumming his fingers against his thigh plating, Florida tilts his helm before puffing a little laugh and pushing off the tree.
"Well, alright," he declares, a smile in his voice as he folds his hands behind his back. "I am agent Florida. I'd been assigned to Blood Gulch as Captain Butch Flowers, tasked with the protection of an experimental AI unit. Lavernius Tucker was under my command."
Not the whole truth. Not yet. A gauge to see how much she knows.
Rubbing his thumb and forefinger idly together, he hums thoughtfully before continuing.
"Agent Washington had been assigned to Special Operations Recovery. Agent Carolina was MIA, presumed dead. How do you know them?"
How about some tit for tat, Emily Grey?