Eric's prosthetic begins to shift, the metal rippling and overlapping until it forms a humanoid arm. He made a cutting figure, in a small chrome metal combat harness, a black tech-suit underneath it, and grey jeans. An assortment of knives hang from a bandoleer across his chest, and in holsters on his waist and thighs. The last time you saw him, he had a more advanced suit of armor, but perhaps he had given it up after he became a merc. He stays where he is, simply leaning on one leg.