This time, Senjen showed no real reaction to the decent hit Light gave. It was just a wet slap against metal, while Senjen was allowing his body to boot up and go through the first time startup procedure. He had to set up all of his preferences...or at least most of them. He could deal with the important ones in a few minutes, then get to the rest over time. 

Shifting his weight, Senjen sat up on the table, then tried out moving a few more joints in his arms. “It’s been a while since I’ve had a new frame to work with.” At first, his voice was entirely different, as it matched instead the default voice profile of a Myrmidon robot. He took a few seconds to go through the settings and customize the output to something more familiar. “Ah, there we go. It’s easy not to notice how things start slowing down over time until you replace [i]everything[/i] at once.”

Senjen stood up to his feet. By this point, all of the automated startup processes were done with, so he would just need to tweak the rest as he went on. He hopped in place a few times, twisted and bent around his tail through its full range of motion, then gave a glance down at the symbols sketched on his arm. “Smooth as can be. Okay, I want to get moving, running, maybe a little climbing.”

Senjen gave a look over his old body. The first time he had ever gone through a permanent transference, it had been a bit surreal to see his mind’s long-time home inert and lifeless, but that had been a long time ago by this point. He did not grow so attached anymore. “I gave you the address to ship that to, right?” He commented to Ferrow. There had been little point in trading in the old frame. Between the wear and the used, aftermarket parts, it was not worth much. He would make more back by selling it to Jess for scrap.