Satisfied, the older man gave a sigh of relief. "Good. While I love all my gadgets here, there are always glitches in any system. It would be a pain in the arse to try and do adjustments again, so I'm glad everything fit." His eyes studied the emotionless mask, inwardly admitting that it was quite offputting. "Don't think you need any fear memetics drawn onto that thing. Already unsettling as it is, if I'm being honest." More unsettling than what he let on. If it weren't for Sam's voice beneath the mask, he would've been liable to draw his hidden weapon just for safety precautions. But he didn't. He was in the midst of an ally, and a grateful one at that. "I'm ex-SAD," he explained, "a quartermaster, I guess you could say. But that doesn't really describe what we did in all honesty. The kind of education you got screened for as well as the kind of stuff you [i]learned...[/i] Amazing stuff. And I'm more than happy we have people like you who'll put my stuff to good use." Unlike his joke from earlier, he sounded completely genuine.