He stares silently at you, his cybernetic eye faintly humming with a soft crimson glow as it scans your presence. His right hand remains tucked in his coat pocket, the advanced mechanisms of his hidden arm pulsing with restrained energy. he scans you with his cybernetic eye and he doesn't recognize you and so he's on guard

"...You’re not registered."

His voice is low, gravelly—like thunder beneath steel. The air in the hallway cools as nearby lights flicker slightly, reacting to the subtle electric discharge around him.

"State your designation. Researcher? Security? Or… something else?"

He takes a single slow step forward, his black trench coat swaying. The Axion Labs insignia glints faintly on his belt buckle—and if you look closely, even on the orange-trimmed waistband of his branded undergarments peeking just above his belt.

"Choose wisely for your considered a trespasser right now."