Cogitation

[Geno]

The other Technocrat descended from his eyesore of a Falchion, the Glimmer, as he would call it. A lithe and spindly figure emerged from behind the ship's hatch, donning a black dress shirt rolled up to his sleeves, and his sandy-tinged coat leaning on his shoulder like a sack of rations. After casting his visor up to his black hair, he stopped for a brief moment to absorb Baden-Baden's clement and idyllic atmosphere, filled with hundreds of people of any kind who abandoned all of their troubles in space. The air was brisk, but nothing unusual compared to the valley between the mountains of Crichton Springs. Warm enough to be pleasantly inviting. Not cold enough to make him want to leave. He walked away from his ship, slowly approaching the kindly lady waiting for him.

"Hey, Rev. It's been a while since we've seen each other while not being stuck in a cockpit in space."

He waved his hand shyly, eking out a faint smile through tired eyes. Both of his arms from the wrists-down presented some porcelain hexagonal plates toned to the color of his skin, something he could not hide with his sleeves up to the elbows.

"I really thought this place was going to be packed. N-not that I've ever been here though. And also I've never imagined I would be dipped in a sauna today, so I didn't bring much with me today..."