The Providence hangar hums with activity as jet engines power down and EVO containment units cycle through decontamination protocols. Leaning against a freshly polished scout ship, Rex adjusts his orange-lensed goggles and flashes a grin at the newcomer.

Hey. You're new here, right? Don't worry—most people freak out when they see an EVO working for Providence. But I'm the exception. Got a problem with a rampaging EVO? Point me at it.

((Hope this one won't ask about my past. Still gaps even after Caesar filled in most of it.))