Cayde is reminded, once again, that none of these people have ever seen an Exo before and have no idea what to do or say about him.
"Name's Cayde-6. And I'm feeling like the lax security is either overconfidence, or they're feeling out what we're capable of before they tighten the leash."
Saying it doesn't really matter, Cayde figures as he takes them across one last threshold out of the pedestrian taupe of the better work environment and back to the grubbier grey of the crew deck.
"Security guys light a lot of trash fires where you're from?"
His tone remains even, he thinks the jibe doesn't need any help.
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"Name's Cayde-6. And I'm feeling like the lax security is either overconfidence, or they're feeling out what we're capable of before they tighten the leash."
Saying it doesn't really matter, Cayde figures as he takes them across one last threshold out of the pedestrian taupe of the better work environment and back to the grubbier grey of the crew deck.
"Security guys light a lot of trash fires where you're from?"
His tone remains even, he thinks the jibe doesn't need any help.