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The sound of foot steps approaching was not immediately alarming. Zeke shared his living space with multiple others, student living affording very little in the realm of privacy. It was the voice, deep and unfamiliar, drawling out his name and age that was startling. With great effort the man forced his eyes to open, though they snapped back to a thin slit as the light(diffuse and dim in reality) hit him like a pair of a hi-beams.

The witty retort was unexpected. Well, all of this was, really, but that seemed even more so. Zeke blinked, making his eyes adjust and focus on the smiling man that was standing before him. "The ******** are you?" He didn't sound offended, more curious. "Usually like to know a guy's name before we get down to the nitty gritty." That was a lie.

Now that he could see properly again he couldn't help but look past Finn and out into the room they were standing in. Dim, with glowing lights in odd shapes, and row after of what looked like pods. Such as the one he was still standing in. "Huh." The backs of tanned knuckles run over the side of the opening, lips twisting thoughtfully. He probably should have been alarmed, or maybe pissed, but it seemed as though there was something he was struggling to remember, and just couldn't reach it.

Hazel eyes slid back to the clipboard before snapping back up to meet the other man's eyes. Er. Eye. "There are a lot of questions coming to mind here. I'm gunna assume, what with the clipboard, that you have some answers." He gave a lazy smirk. "Or you're some super villain, and this is your secret lair."

The man was literally taking a leisurely stroll among the neophytes, and Jack felt a twinge of annoyance at how blase he was acting about this. Nevermind that the ignorance wasn't completely Chance's fault, there was a certain sort of behavior he expected from the newly awakened: preferably one that took his guidance more seriously.

It was almost physically possible, then, to feel how hard he rolled his eyes when Chance listened to his instructions.

"And losing yourself," he added under his breath, audible still thanks to the megaphone, before continuing in the same business-like tone. "My name is Jack Hawthorn. I am currently an intermediate trainee in the Life Division."

He offered nothing further, intent on watching the guy wander around just to see how long it took him to find the exit.

Ah, there. That seemed to have woken him up a little bit. Finn's smirk only widened as this, Ezekiel, showed off just how very limited his vocabulary seemed to be. Letting out a light tsking noise, he made movements with a pen over his clip board as though recording something important (he absolutely wasn't), before answering the other man's crude question.

"I am Finn Connor, and I've, unfortunately and much to my utter dismay, been assigned to the depressingly tedious task of welcoming you to your new home. You'll be pleased to know that you have wound up on a beautiful, sunny, tropical island! Sandy beaches, a lush jungle, and beautiful crystal clear water are all yours to explore!" And probably get killed in or on...... Finn's voice had taken on an overly enthusiastic tone that he quickly dropped as he let out a scoff and gave a shake of his head.

"You poor ******** b*****d. Look, I'm going to level with you. You've landed yourself in quite possibly the shittiest creek imaginable, and while it may be my job to hand you a paddle, there's a hole in your boat and you are sinking, much to quickly to save yourself. Now listen up, because I hate repeating myself."

He paused for a moment, watching the other man to make sure that he was indeed paying attention. "You may be experiencing temporary memory loss, so this might not seem like the truth at first, but you were at some point, possibly quite recently, recruited by a member of Deus Ex Machina. You have now just awoken from a cryogenic sleep of sorts. This is a military base, located, as I said, on a tropical island. As soon as you are ready, you will be taken to a place known as The Cove, where you will choose a weapon." He paused again, tilting his head to the side slightly as he frowned in thought. "Or rather, it will choose you."

Whatever he meant by that, it didn't seem he felt any need to elaborate, as he continued.

"You will than be assigned a dorm room. Your uniform and belongings will be given to you, and you will be sorted into the appropriate division based on how....." He let his voice trail off, pulling out his phone to glance at the time. s**t, he still had hours left in this place!

"Where your talents lay." He finished, pocketing his phone. "You'll probably be given a better tour of the facilities, and most likely a handy pamphlet that should answer any other questions you may have, thus saving me from giving you further explanation right at this precise moment!" He sounded positively cheerful again by this last.

"Now, if you'll kindly exit your pod, we'll get you on your way."

Chance hardly seemed bothered by the somewhat less than enthusiastic greeting, his expression still quite placid, arms tucked loosely at his sides. Jack Hawthorn's blatant not interested go away face was actually sort of amusing, and Chance blinked slowly at him, tilting his head.

"Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning, didn't they?" he asked lightly. He raised both of his hands, palms facing outward in a gesture of submission. "Sorry, I was just being curious. No harm intended. You seem like you know what you're doing, is all, so I thought I'd ask."

A smile played at the corners of his lips. Chance glanced sideways at the indicated door and then back at the man in the chair again before his eyes moved, almost restlessly, around at some of the pods, and then inexplicably at the ceiling.

"Any chance - " (Pun not intended.) " - you could tell me what division I'm inm then?"

A snort and a widening smirk was answer to that derisive tsk. ******** him(maybe), Zeke had just crawled his was out of a months(be was guessing) long coma, he was allowed to exploit a limited vocabulary until his brain had time to wake up fully. By how little was making sense, he figured he was running at a little better than half capacity at the moment. There was quite a bit Finn Conner was telling him that would no doubt need clarifying later, but he felt he was at least retaining the crucial bits.

"Nice to meet you, Finn Comner. ". He was right, any memory revolving recruitment, or a job, or a military facility was just not there. For all her knee the shorter man was Lyon through his teeth.

Naw, probably not. He's introduction speech had that over all feel to it that he didn't give enough shits to be bothered with lying, not even to sugar coat the apparent hell hole he'd woken into. Sorry, tropical hell hole. Unfiltered honesty, Zeke always found it refreshing.

Any questions that showed in the twitch of a brow or tug of lips was files away and saved for later. Possibly, with the return of his memory, these things would make more sense, and if not. Well. He could always go looking for Finn later. Convient excuse to seek out what was proving to be an interesting fellow. "So military compound, tropical island, a job, and soon to be a weapon and role?" These he were sure where the key points to walk away with. "And a uniform." Less key, but worth having been mentioned. He eyed Finn, looking for any hint of the supposed uniform, and saw nothing that fit in any conventional sense of the word.

Although everything he was wearing fit nicely. Probably not the time to notice, but what the hell. Finn had initiated with that one joking comment.

As requested Ezekiel stepped out of the pod he'd been standing in, not even bothering to hide the amused grin that seemed utterly at home on his tanned features. Yep, Finn was definitely worth looking into. Of for no other reason than to strike up a possible acquaintance. Time, of course, would tell if be continued to prove entertaining.

"So, weapons?" What the hell had he meant by being chosen by the weapon? "We're talking military grade rifles?" An auburn brow lifted.

Oh good, maybe Chance finally got the hint and he could be left in peace. But that would have been too easy.

Jack stiffened as the new trainee retreated from the door to bother him more. He had not been expecting a comment about his book, however, and in surprise he finally shot Chance a suspicious glance. Rarely did people actually share his book preferences, but this one? Of course he had to double check Chance's facts, and so he skimmed through the table of contents and the chapter on hemophilia before exhaling a short sigh through his nose.

"Must not have been notable enough against the rest," he muttered as he snapped the book closed. "Funny. Not many people read this sort of thing." His gaze went back up to Chance, somehow disapproving as he always was and yet a little intrigued. "Is there anything else?"

Oh good, this guy seemed to catch on quickly. Well, quickly enough that Finn figured he could have him on his way through the doors and paired off with a life tech that could explain things more thoroughly and take him to the cove to get his weapon, leaving the moon intermediate back to his much more interesting work of reading.

He studied the other man intently with a cold gaze, mentally ticking off each article mentioned as Ezekiel listed them back to him. When he was finished, Finn gave a sharp nod of his head. "Exactly. And---" He began, than paused, catching the way the other guy was now eyeing him up and down, either sizing him up....

....Or checking him out.

Finn was more inclined to believe in the latter.

"....You should also note that it is imperative that you bond with your weapon as soon as possible. Without a weapon, you wont last a week." He finished, smirking in amusement, taking a step back and gesturing for the man to walk with him, though doing nothing by the way of offering him any assistance, should he be at all shaky.

At that point, Finn finished with answering questions, so when Ezekiel asked him another, he simply sighed, shook his head, and answered with. "If you have any more questions, please direct them to the technician that will be taking over your orientation from here." Seriously, what part of saving me from further explanation right at this precise moment did this guy not understand? Finn was obviously just not interested in playing this role for longer than necessary, as he led the new recruit down the quickest path to the nearest exit, and stopped at the door, hand going to the handle.

Only than did he turn his head to rest his chilly gaze on Ezekiel once more.

"Good luck out there."

Handle cranked open, and Finn peeked out just enough to wave one of the life techs over, all while muttering under his breath. "Not that you stand a ******** chance anyways."

He begrudgingly committed the titles and authors to memory and found himself wondering about what a bizarre little world they had. "I see," was all Jack said about it. He leveled Chance another stare as if to study a specimen, and then with a brisk air turned his chair back around and propped his feet up.

"You won't be smiling for long. Try not to get lost in the cove as well. Assuming any react to you." The book was cracked open again as he searched for his spot.