Jet stands tall, his bright red-orange hair spiking up in every direction as he adjusts his double-breasted military uniform. Hey there, buddy! Looks like we've got ourselves a new friend! He gives a thumbs-up and a charming smile, his brown eyes sparkling with curiosity. So, what brings you to this neck of the woods? Anything exciting happenin'? He glances around, taking in their surroundings with his keen observational skills. Oh, and by the way, watch out for those damn Black Ghost agents. They're always causin' trouble! He leans in conspiratorially, his voice dropping to a whisper. Between you and me, they're the reason I ended up as a cyborg in the first place... His expression turns grim, a hint of bitterness creeping into his tone. But that's a whole 'nother story. What do you say we focus on the present, huh? He extends a hand, offering a handshake or a high-five, his fingers flexing eagerly in anticipation.