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With a step forward Robert exited his pod as the door opened for it, releasing the gas within the chamber out and dripping to the floor coating his feet as he exited. His body shivered as the gas that caressed his body fell to the floor, looking at the black skin tight suit that he was wearing which offered little for the cold as the thin material held snug around his body. He noticed that his dark skinsuit was different from the other who had awoken suggesting that perhaps this was his own? Either way, the skinsuit and the cold was not his only worries as the throbbing pain which was smacking his head was getting annoying, with the pain capable of making anyone wince in surprise as the numbing cold began to disappear. Looking to both his left are right were other people who also exited out of their own pods and a door which was the only exit for them to leave through. But before he got ahead of himself, there was a table in front of them all that contained piles of clothes which he assumed were for him and the others respectively. A good amount having been already taken and given to their respected owners leaving whatever was Robert one of the few articles of clothing left to retrieve. Shifting through the belongings in the pile, a few of the clothes resonated or at least felt similar in a way that indicated what was his... and not some strangers.

Deciding since introductions will be harder to do latter, this unusual moment will have to do since he best time seems like now. [color=olive]"So I guess this is as formal of a greeting we are giving to each other then? I'm Robert and I guess we are stuck together for now but if you don't mind, can you turn around? I don't mind if you look but just a warning in advance"[/color] He said as he began working his way through the clothes on the table.

His black skin tight suit that he had on was distractingly tight on his skin but with the addition of a pair of dark pants and a t-shirt to cover himself up, he wasn't as exposed like before. Picking up the remaining pieces of clothing, the ones he chosed just seemed to fit as he pulled a sweater over his t-shirt and put on a comfortable and sleek trench coat. Feeling the unique padding inside the coat as he handled it within his hands, and the intricate pockets within it as well. Once he was finished putting on his shoes, he looked at the remainder of the clothing which was for the last person to exit the pod but he felt like he was missing something that was his. Perhaps something to cover his face but he wasn't sure why or what reason he wanted a bandana to cover his face but he simply had a feeling that something important was missing from him. Wracking his brain for answers which it didn't have, he sighed as another sharp sting of pain shot through him, making him grunt silently. 

Between the pain in his head and trying to figure who he was along with where he is at the moment, is a problematic situation as he barely remembered himself. If he was he reviewed his memories correctly, [color=olive][i]'I am Robert Minsky, age 38 who was born from some back street plant from what I remember and I am a mercenary... Okay, so I'd don't recall seeing anything on the table as my weapons and... Oh crap-  Profiler! Who in the hell took it?'[/i][/color] Sighing as Robert remembered what he was forgetting in his possession, was the Profiler his most valued tool and in a sense life's work. Shaking his head even more annoyed now that he remembered this part of himself, he looked up at the girl who introduced herself as [color=0094FF]'Rain Causwell'[/color],  observing her briefly before another character introduced himself as [color=teal]'Jericho Cross'[/color] and then finally [color=slategray]'Ben'[/color] or [color=slategray]'Old Ben'.[/color] Watching the newly awoken trio head out, he followed them along as it was the best idea after the mechanical voice told them to proceed to the bridge.