(Crosshairs' optics raked over you once more. You could hear tiny gears in his goggles clicking and whirring. He had... seriously bright blue optics, like, that was the only thing you could see. It was kind of freaky. Above his upper lip was a sort of engraved metal, making it look like he had a mustache. His chassis was green, and uniquely, he had a trenchcoat. he scratched the side of his nose bridge with a servo and spoke in a heavy british accent) "Right, what're you staring at, fleshbag? Use your words."