[b]"Is she seventeen? I thought she was way and way older.."[/b] "That is rude, my dear ol' friend." [b]"Yeah, yeah, shut it.. And yes, I'd love to enter. Standing outside isn't all that great.. And [i]I[/i] will be as silent as I can."[/b] "Aye, lemme just get outta me li'l suit right 'ere.." [b]"I designed this.."[/b] [i]Jason sets Lucas gently on his feet before spreading his arms, and letting the suit do its magic. The plates covering his entire backside slowly folded out, shifting around like a puzzle to free Jason until he stepped out of his suit, now wearing only his helmet, a camouflaged T-shirts, his metal dogtags, and a pair of grey shorts. He then made a sound like a car when it's locked, and chuckled. He steps out from behind the suit, and took off his helmet, showing himself for the very first time on this ship. His jawline is stark and sharp but at the same time rough, like it's chiseled out of marble or stone. He has a short beard, just more than a stubble, and grey-silverish eyes. And on top of his head was long black hair. Hanging just above his eyes, and covering half his ears. It was a sloppy mess.[/i] "Ta-da!" [b]"Do us a favour and put the helmet back on.."[/b] [i]Lucas said, giggling like a little shit while Jason faked a hurt look.[/i]