6. [It's been a long time since Joe has really been around people. Getting stuck on a destroyed, mostly lifeless planet at the far edge of the galaxy does things to a man. Back in the day he might of been different, cheerful and sociable, making conversation with strangers at ease and finding the situation enjoyable.
Being alone for so long has dulled those abilities. It's not that it's gone forever, but rather that he's forgotten the how and why, the comfort of conversation.
Thus when the plate of food slaps down onto the table before him, Joe jumps and reaches for his weapon. His fingers pause, just grazing against the rifle before he breathes a sigh and forces his hand back to the table. A nod of thanks goes to the chef.]
Fuckin' hell. Calm down, Joseph.
[Quiet words muttered to himself more than anyone else, but one close enough might hear them. His voice bears a faded but still distinctive Irish accent.]
You've turned into a jumpy little rat in your time away.
[Not to mention scruffy and unkempt. He still wears the heavy cloak and armor designed to protect him from a harsh environment, though the hood is pulled down.]
Joseph Ivers | OC
[It's been a long time since Joe has really been around people. Getting stuck on a destroyed, mostly lifeless planet at the far edge of the galaxy does things to a man. Back in the day he might of been different, cheerful and sociable, making conversation with strangers at ease and finding the situation enjoyable.
Being alone for so long has dulled those abilities. It's not that it's gone forever, but rather that he's forgotten the how and why, the comfort of conversation.
Thus when the plate of food slaps down onto the table before him, Joe jumps and reaches for his weapon. His fingers pause, just grazing against the rifle before he breathes a sigh and forces his hand back to the table. A nod of thanks goes to the chef.]
Fuckin' hell. Calm down, Joseph.
[Quiet words muttered to himself more than anyone else, but one close enough might hear them. His voice bears a faded but still distinctive Irish accent.]
You've turned into a jumpy little rat in your time away.
[Not to mention scruffy and unkempt. He still wears the heavy cloak and armor designed to protect him from a harsh environment, though the hood is pulled down.]