[b]"Well, the last living panda in the Adras Nature Conservatory died after a stress induced heart attack the other day... Does that count as interesting?"[/b] Grey responded dispassionately. Like always, he was wearing his iconic face mask, giving his voice a slightly distorted and robotic tilt.

As usual, the young cyborg was in his typical spot at the crafting table, tinkering away at some sort of half finished upgrade, barely paying attention to the television. In all the time the group had known Grey, the number of times they had actually seen that mask of his come off entirely could probably be counted on the fingers of one hand. In fact, were it not for the necessities of eating or drinking, most would simply assume that it just never came off, being somehow fused irreversably to the Enokian's face. Even when consuming food, it was rarely lifted up to a point where one might see the features below, only ever revealing a little pale skin at most. While most would assume that it would be fairly cumbersome to wear all the time, it was actually fairly comfortable, and hardly impeded vision at all. Only a shock of long, messy white hair remained uncovered, tied off in a lazy braid running halfway down the player's back.

[b]"If you're so concerned about the weight..."[/b] he added teasingly. [b]"You could always go my route and not bother with all that equipment at all."[/b]

To say that Grey was a minimalist when it came to inventory space would be an understatement akin to saying that water was "a bit humid". Apart from the barest essentials, such as consumables, tools and special items, pretty much 99% of the items looted from adversaries were traded for upgrade components nearly instantly. Although having the skills necessary for making one's own items from scratch might seem like it would make things easier, some of the materials required for doing so were tremendously expensive or hard to find. As a result, unless it was on the return trip from a particularly long quest, his inventory would most often be found to be almost completely empty. On the upside, this made stealing from Grey pretty much impossible, unless one were willing to use a crowbar to pry apart his limbs, but it frequently meant having to buy new tools on the fly to tackle problems as they came. Right now, apart from a few arcane circuit boards and some spectral energy cells, the pack at the table's feet was practically empty, only containing some provisions and a small tool set.