"That I shall do. But you wouldn't happen to have somewhere I could put this on would you?" Sam asked the actually sensible question. [spoiler]really really shitty reply but I realized Sam isn't wearing his exosuit. and he has common sense[/spoiler]

A few of the drones separated from the others, their lights turning green as they drifted in front of Sam. "The drones will bring you to a change room. Don't worry, no hidden cameras or anything." He smiled, the joke not lost on a member of arguably one of the most secretive organizations in the Dojo.

He snickered as he grabbed the items and was led by the drones into a room, entering it and shutting it with them outside. Once he did that he immediately changed out of the typical winter gear for the charcoal suit and dress shoes. It fit as expected and was indistinguishable from any other ordinary suit. He did not find a tie necessary for now as he left the suit's jacket unbuttoned. Then it was into the mask which had gave given an uncomfortable presence which would give the light hearted a good fright. It felt like it was staring at him from across the room as he went to pick it up and place it on his face. With a final touch and a bit of patting around he had found the hood and put it over his head. No more was this Samuel Weiss, the contract killer. Replacing him was Landeythan, A Valravyn. He looked at himself from a mirror and found not his face but instead replacing it was a more cold, emotionless one. He found approval in it and then left the room with his winter gear in his arms back to Mason. "It's perfect Mason. Fits like it used to."

Satisfied, the older man gave a sigh of relief. "Good. While I love all my gadgets here, there are always glitches in any system. It would be a pain in the arse to try and do adjustments again, so I'm glad everything fit." His eyes studied the emotionless mask, inwardly admitting that it was quite offputting. "Don't think you need any fear memetics drawn onto that thing. Already unsettling as it is, if I'm being honest." More unsettling than what he let on. If it weren't for Sam's voice beneath the mask, he would've been liable to draw his hidden weapon just for safety precautions. But he didn't. He was in the midst of an ally, and a grateful one at that. "I'm ex-SAD," he explained, "a quartermaster, I guess you could say. But that doesn't really describe what we did in all honesty. The kind of education you got screened for as well as the kind of stuff you [i]learned...[/i] Amazing stuff. And I'm more than happy we have people like you who'll put my stuff to good use." Unlike his joke from earlier, he sounded completely genuine.

"Over my years of being who I am, I've learned that I should appreciate gifts like these. I can only hope that any other [b]customers[/b] you get can do the same as well Mason." Samuel stood still for a moment as he pondered about something. The eeriness of the mix of the mask and silence taking effect almost immediately before he removed the hood and took the mask off. "There are many things one person can learn. I have a proposal for you Mason. What if I told you I had a friend who wishes to learn...more, like you did. His name is Daniel Creed and he's a ex-engineer from a PMC and a general whiz with technology. This can be quite the work doing it single handed, perhaps you could consider hiring him here?"

His eyes lit up. It often got lonely at Billhook, save for the customers of the Dojo who passed in and out. He never apprenticed anyone at SAD either, retiring early before that could happen. "Send his file to command for the standard screening. If it wasn't for that, I'd say send him over right now. As well as the drones are, it's always good to have a new set of ideas on deck."