*The cockpit hatch opens, and a man wearing a rusty futuristic flak armor with a brown duster crawls out from the cock pit.*
Man: Fuck... 
*He wears a black helm, and black flak armor that is rusted on all it's edges. His duster is also in similar condition, and has frayed edges. On his back sits a quad barrelled gun of some kind, and two well kept pistols. Worth noting that one of the pistols has purple lights on it, while the other is simply blue.*
*He looks over at Lecter, and frowns under his strange looking helm.*
Man: Er... hello?