[ John walks with that long, angled lop of someone that had spent too much time in artificially gravity that makes his shoulders sit low in a way that made him look prepared to charge at a moments notice. This was not at odds with his mindset, admittedly; only here he had no intention of posturing.
He simply couldn't help being so big. He came to a halt a respective distance of a few feet put between himself and the woman brandishing an...umbrella? She was in a uniform he didn't recognize; he doesn't see any bars to identify her rank let alone her branch of service but he has no reason to be short with her. So to speak. ]
Ma'am.
[ The gold visor of his helmet glinted in the low light of the grime coated fluorescent lights when he dipped his head. ]
no subject
He simply couldn't help being so big. He came to a halt a respective distance of a few feet put between himself and the woman brandishing an...umbrella? She was in a uniform he didn't recognize; he doesn't see any bars to identify her rank let alone her branch of service but he has no reason to be short with her. So to speak. ]
Ma'am.
[ The gold visor of his helmet glinted in the low light of the grime coated fluorescent lights when he dipped his head. ]