[Genesis still isn't particularly bothered. After all, he still has Rapier sheathed at his waist (which might make things worse considering what it sort of looks like), and though there's not as much room down here as he'd like, it's been a long time since he's needed to worry about deflecting throwing knives when bullets don't even phase him.]
I am Genesis Rhapsodos, SOLDIER First Class.
[And then entirely out of snark, he sweeps a dramatic bow, coat flaring and swirling in the dust of the rock fall. Despite the move, his eyes never leave Talcott's.]
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I am Genesis Rhapsodos, SOLDIER First Class.
[And then entirely out of snark, he sweeps a dramatic bow, coat flaring and swirling in the dust of the rock fall. Despite the move, his eyes never leave Talcott's.]
Might I have your name in return, then?