Shiro strode in to the drop room, humming to himself as he bucked two metal gauntlets on to his arms, sword on one hip, pistol on the other, a pair of desert glasses resting on his nose, adjusting the straps on two pure black metallic bracers he cut a imposing figure, though it was ruined by the manic grin on his face, clearly he was exited. "Ok, I assume everyone will be ready for drop in five?"