[color=khaki][h2]Jingo[/h2][/color]

Jingo sneezed into his sleeve. For the first time in his life he was wearing his thermals outside of an NC, the last time he had worn them was back home, inside the frigid cockpit of his mining NC. He sneezed again, cursing under his breath right after, winter was never his season, not even in Falcon Reach, where the temperature only dropped by 10 degrees or so from it's normal 40C but out there driving through the cold, his body was not ready. The cold of the outside was much stranger then the cold of his NC, in the NC it was a dry cold that bit at your skin and made your teeth chatter but this cold, it was like his bones had been soaked in ice water.

Soon, the silence of the ride, that was mostly punctuated by Jingo's sneezing fits, was broken when a woman sunglasses in front leaned back and began talking. It relived him that people began to talk, the quiet had been driving him mad but he was too embarrassed to start the conversation, first impressions and all. Though suddenly it didn't seem to matter how people made their first impressions, the Madison individual in front of him burst into a loud tirade and Jingo couldn't help himself from cracking a smile but it quickly vanished as he sneezed again. He decided it was his turn to speak, leaning off the duffle bag he had used as a pillow, he regarded everyone with a warm smile, ironically it did nothing to warm up the temperature. 

"[color=khaki]Nice to see another cripple,[/color]" he said, spotting Slinky's false finger, he lifted up his prosthetic arm and waved it at him before continuing, "[color=khaki]The Name is James, James Strange but I prefer Jingo,[/color]" he spoke deeply in a soft, Sea (Scottish) Accent, "[color=khaki]I use to be the pilot of a mining NC back in Falcon Reach, but had a bit of an accident fourteen years or so ago,[/color]" he smiled sheepishly and the hole in the side of his face contorted not so pleasantly before he continued.

"[color=khaki]Been in Smith's Rest ever since, Worked for doctor Tom if any of ye remember him. Saw that ye guys needed people with experience piloting NCs, so I penned me name down, though it nee occurred to me thought ye would take a man a few bits short of a person.[/color]" He stopped to scratch his head with the hooked claspers of his prosthetic, "[color=khaki]Just thought it was time to get back in the saddle as it were, try my hook at piloting again.[/color]" He sneezed once more before settling back into his seat and leaning on his duffle bag, pulling his legs up onto the bench as he did. Upon resting his head on the bag, he heard a little clonk, he thought to himself, '[i][color=khaki]Now I know me skull ain't that empty.[/color][/i]' Then it came to him. He rummaged around in his bag and produced a metal tin, he opened it up.

"[color=khaki]I almost forgot! I brought Tea Cakes![/color]"