Nuitari:
"That would be me."
The glowing optics shift a moment until they focus on the man standing up in the front - with the three something or others. Perkins shifts his jaw for a moment, a few grains of his cigar trickling down and out of his exposed metal jaw. Internal air pumps whine as the 'cherry' glows for a moment, and the smoke is allowed to escape by drifting up and around his 'skull' before he nods and thumps his way over, before holding out the small paper.
"Lieutenant Nuitari, Pluto Company's third?" He doesn't wait for a real answer.
Instead, he does his best to present a proper salute, curled metal fist over powercore.
"Private Perkins, El Tee. Heard some skull heads decided they wanted to piss on the ground I was born on." There is a slow, rumbling grating; It might take a moment to realize it was that metal jaw, slowly working back and forth, tiny sparks struck up from the 'teeth' ridge scraping.
"I gave my resignation to my old company in Kingsdale, and rode here as fast as I could to sign in. Brought my own guns and everything." There's a grin in the grating mechanized voice, though that dead metal face couldn't express it.
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