05-26-2015, 03:20 AM
There had been a lot of pieces of armor to work on and a lot of new servos to install; Han-jae took a certain amount of pride in getting things back online and serviceable for combat use again, along with the other specialists assigned to the locker. As long as he was here (and not assisting in a more explosive and glamourous way, like Carter), he might as well take excellent care of people's rigs.
The new announcement at least coincided with the end of his shift although he had to do a few more suit servos in order to finish his current piece of work; he'd taken a bit of ribbing after he'd come back from his meeting with Costanzo and getting his "Resto license".
He headed for room 307 (Georgiou, huh? Was that Greek? Romanian?), trying to act casual on the way in. He knew, in broad terms, what to expect, but wasn't sure how Piras would be feeling or behaving- and frankly, he still felt like a shithead (conglomerated by the fact that he had to now not let on exactly how much of a shithead he had been). Han-jae sighed, smiled, and knocked on the door.
The new announcement at least coincided with the end of his shift although he had to do a few more suit servos in order to finish his current piece of work; he'd taken a bit of ribbing after he'd come back from his meeting with Costanzo and getting his "Resto license".
He headed for room 307 (Georgiou, huh? Was that Greek? Romanian?), trying to act casual on the way in. He knew, in broad terms, what to expect, but wasn't sure how Piras would be feeling or behaving- and frankly, he still felt like a shithead (conglomerated by the fact that he had to now not let on exactly how much of a shithead he had been). Han-jae sighed, smiled, and knocked on the door.