[The early hour doesn't faze Cain, not when he's learned to wake up with the alarm of military lifeโa painful five o'clock sharp most days. Without daylight to tell a difference from the limitless expanse of space, he feels right at home on the station.
There's someone he's supposed to meet this morning, but all he was told was a location and general time, so his expectations are nebulous as he makes the circuit around to the training room. It's silent, surprisingly; he expected at least a few others to be milling about, but even though he hears distant voices no one crosses his path on the walk over.
Cain doesn't announce himself. The sound of the door should be enough. He ducks in, reluctant dark eyes sweeping the room, dressed in fitted black sweatpants and a warm, neutral gray jacket zipped up the front.]
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comes in like a wrecking ball
There's someone he's supposed to meet this morning, but all he was told was a location and general time, so his expectations are nebulous as he makes the circuit around to the training room. It's silent, surprisingly; he expected at least a few others to be milling about, but even though he hears distant voices no one crosses his path on the walk over.
Cain doesn't announce himself. The sound of the door should be enough. He ducks in, reluctant dark eyes sweeping the room, dressed in fitted black sweatpants and a warm, neutral gray jacket zipped up the front.]
Yo.