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Finn normally hated pod duty simply because of how ******** boring it was the majority of the time, but on that day, he actually appreciated the break, as it gave him time to think about recent events and conversations. There was a lot that had been weighing heavily on his mind for the past couple of months, and with all of the new information he'd (finally) been given, there was much more for him to puzzle out and piece together than there had been, before.

Of course, his thoughts were interrupted when an alarm sounded, indicating that somebody had woken up, and that a pod was opening up to release them. Letting out a long, annoyed exhale, Finn pushed himself back from the table he'd been sitting at, the legs of his chair scraping loudly against the floor with a sound that he felt aptly matched that of his agitation. Snatching up a clipboard, Finn put on his usual cold expression, and began making his way towards the noise, glancing down long rows of pods as he went, until he found the culprit.

making his way down towards the opening pod, he stood and waited for the newly awoken to emerge.

Oh great, this one was a ******** comedian, and one that asked a lot of questions as well. Finn let her finish before his lips rose in a smile, though his eye stayed narrowed and cold.

"Incapacitate me...." He repeated, "When you can barely even ******** walk?" He rose an eyebrow, and then barked a laugh. "Darling, I could incapacitate you with the flick of a finger. You are currently unbonded, weak, just some random, pathetically mundane, regular human."

He stopped speaking for a moment, and gave her a once over, eye flicking up, down, back up again, his unnecessary and likely not at all comforting smile fading away.

"You are in hell, also known as an island in the Bermuda Triangle. You have been recruited into a military organization known as Deus Ex Machina, tested, and now awoken, ready to join the cause, become a ******** hero of the world or whatever ******** bullshit nonsense they filled your head with to convince you to come here."

He paused, and gave his head a small shake. "Let me be the first to give you my condolences, you poor, clueless b*****d."

Finn did nothing but deadpan stare at her as she went on and on, eyebrows only lifting slightly at the pirate comment, which was one that he had heard so many times that it somehow was becoming less funny than it was the first time, which should have been impossible since it was incredibly not funny, to begin with.

Reaching up, he pulled the eye patch off, because clearly it was distracting her, and placed it in his pocket. Beneath, more of the scarring on his face was revealed, scars that were bubbled up in places, and shiny, and looked a lot like something corrosive had once been dumped on Finn's face. There was no eye, just a melted ruin of an eye socket.

He was absolutely dead calm when he spoke.

"Okay, look, you ableist b***h, lets clear something up right off the bat here. What you know, is absolutely ******** nothing, and what I feel like telling you is all you are going to ******** know, for now. Unfortunately, if I decide that I don't like you, then I don't feel particularily inclined to be very ******** helpful, and since you appear to be moron, and I really don't like morons, than I'm afraid, sweetheart, that you are just s**t out of luck."

Another cold smile, just before he turned to check the tag on her pod. "Now, Mercy, the exit is that way." He gestured vaguely. "Do feel free to annoy somebody else with your questions."

She walked as close as she could, and Finn took a deliberate step back, holding his hand up in a gesture that hopefully conveyed please don't, while his gaze remained cold and steady. If she insisted on getting all up in his face, however, he would simply sigh, and look down at his clipboard, doing his absolute best to ignore her tirade completely as he began to jot down notes on it.

The only time he reacted was when she spat on his boots, his nose wrinkling up slightly and a slight snarl to his tone.

"Classy." Was all he said, however, though as she marched away, he thought about calling out to her, a warning about how she spoke to superiors, perhaps, since he had learned he hard way that it was never a good idea.

And then he decided against it, and simply shouted instead. "Have a fantastic day, princess!" Before glancing down to his boots again, while giving his head a small shake.

Those were going to need a good wash and polish, later.