With his helmet in hand, a fully armored Avis briskly made his way through the [i]Invention[/i], mentally taking count of each of his strides as he made his way towards the nearest lift. As he walked, he simply ignored the few crew members who actively scuttled about the ship. While he admittedly had never made an attempt to initiate an conversation with even one of them, most of them only seemed to stare whenever he passed by. He had assumed it was because they found his appearance, without his helm, to be unsettling. Hence why he usually kept it on. However, every once in a while he found it to be stifling. As was currently the present the case now.

Having at last arrival at the lift, after his long march from his quarters, Avis had finally ceased his counting and placed his Steel and Gold Recon helmet back upon his head. [B]"That's F-"[/b] He was about to recite the results when a familiar voice cut him off. 

[B]"Four-hundred and sixty paces, Agent Alaska." [/b]He only nodded in gratitude before loosing a "FILSS." Issuing a sort of informal greeting to the A.I. as he began to wait for the lift. As he waited, he glanced at his wrist, check the data pad built into his suit for the time. He'd have to make his way to the meeting room immediately if he wished to be there on time.