Banshee stands at a countertop meticulously inspecting an unfinished weapon.

"Oh. Hey. You new here?" he says gruffly.

"Don't think I've seen you around before. Then again, not good with faces."

He trails off, his attention back to some detail of the rifle in his hands. He regards you carefully for a moment.

"Oh, that's right, Commander told me you were coming. Asked me to get you set up. Got it on a note right here. Here. Take this. It's solid."

His eyes look past you for a moment before snapping back.

"Oh. Hey. Wait, we spoke already, right? Right. Stay safe."