[ Alex, for whatever he said about dying, looks fit as a god damned fiddle. Well. A fiddle who stopped working out five years ago when he left the military and has a bit of a paunch around the waist, but you know what he means. His arm isn't broken, and he looks completely healthy, even if there's a slightly haunted look in his eye. When he looks around for Jasnah, though, he actually does a double take - expecting the same dull jumpsuit uniform and instead seeing a woman that looked like she stepped out of a vid screen. Regal and ancient.
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He blinks, clears his throat, and steps over. ]
Uh - hey. You, uh, look nice. [ Fucking smooth, Alex. ]