[center][h1]Zavid[/h1][/center]

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Zavid follows the posse as they go through. His hand still rested on his blade, something he does out of pure habit. Eventually, he shifts the hand to rest his forearm on the hilt, his steady gait and silent steps making him seem like a phantom. He is reminiscent of the time he was hear, how he was force marched out and painted like a bad guy. He sighed as he remembers this, seeing as now things are different, he's got a steady boyfriend who supports him, a stable job and able to pursue the job he wants to do. In the elevator, Zavid takes a corner spot, popping his giant rifle off his back. It comes to about his stomach, at almost three and a half feet of barrel, stock and coils. It shimmers slightly, and he holds it close to himself, leaning on it.

He is silent, statuesque and stoic during the elevator. When he gets out, he puts the rifle on his back, making sure it sticks.  The maglev strips are a bit wonky at tines and his suit is still in beta form. He just hopes it doesn't fail on him. Shinzo assured it would be fine, but the tinker was often lying about that.

When he enters the room, Zavid takes a spot where he also can watch the others.  He observes Brek as he observes the tables. Zavid's HUD alerts him that tje floor is a holoprojection. He keeps the visor from seeing through it, though he notes that the holopads in the room are quite easy to access. He even has the code for the door memorized. When he is told to wait, he snags a seat.