Now, Jackie Stacks wasn't exactly the sharpest hammer in the cupboard - or however the saying goes - but the gentleman who used to sell coffee when he wasn't being ostensibly evil in propaganda productions sanctioned by the Authority was right, in that he [i]did[/i] have a good eye. Good ears too.

Jackie scratched his chin, face wrinkling with thought as he considered the plate of biscuits before him, proffered by the hand of a man he had never truly met but knew plenty of - or at least, whose characters he knew plenty of. In his mind the cogs and wheels of a disused brain began to creak woefully into motion, not quite lethargically for indeed he was thinking quickly, more... futilely. The metaphorical wheels turned fast, driven by the sheer power of his relative youth and genetic improvements, they just often failed to connect and occasionally turned in the wrong direction. Like Jackie.

He was trying to calculate whether or not he could afford a shortbread in his diet for the day. 

For a solid ten seconds, Jackie stood there and scratched his clean shaven chin, narrowing his eyes in confusion at the food being proffered - until eventually he slowly reached out and took one between two gigantic fingers, pulling it towards his mouth. He took great care to swallow completely before resuming talking; manners maketh music after all. Manners maketh moolah? Manners maketh magic? Maketh Magenta? Maketh-

"Thank you! Thanks a lot actually, it really means a lot to me to get positive feedback from the public, yeah. I mean it though, it's really nice, it really suits the sorta, you know, shape of your face? Like um, it accentuates, you know, shape? Really well groomed too, not a lot of people can boast that these days what with the luxuries shortages and all that." He grinned broadly, beaming down at Mustafa. 

Then he turned to the young lady who was acting nervous.

"Yeah, I'm sorry about that actually. I move pretty quietly, sometimes without meaning to. Really sorry if I alarmed you or anything, it's the last thing I want to make people feel insecure or unsafe or anything. Really sorry about that, didn't mean to." Jackie shook his head, frowning at himself as if to admonish his own behaviour. "If the air up here ever gets thin though, I probably wouldn't notice it," he grinned again, getting down on one knee to level their heads and activating the automatic seal on his Steel Skin.

In a flash, miniscule plates slid across eachother and formed an opaque, steely dome, tight to his face. Inside, the light of a gigaresolution digital display lit up his face with the image of the world before him, decorated with a HUD displaying the already diminishing supplies of oxygen intrinsic to the suit.

His voice, when it came, was through the distortion of an Authority issued modulator.

"I don't gotta use the oxygen tank, but I uh, well I leave it on. I normally keep my face exposed when I'm doin' stuff with people, you know what I mean? I find it puts people at ease. But yeah, I don't know if the air gets thin up here. Should it?"

At which moment, a woman with clearly uncooperative hair, a chirpy voice, and a medical demeanour approached the table.

"Oh, hey!" He beamed, rising to his feet. "Yeah, heck yeah I'm actually really looking forward to it. I've been doing the rounds and stuff on board, but even after just over half a decade I don't know if I've met everyone yet. Helping out dockside is a great way to meet new people, you know what I mean?"

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