An armored suit flies into the ship through the hangar bay. The suit then retracts into a bracer on the wearers right wrist. The wearer is a man that stands at 6'1 with a slim and slightly muscular build. He looks to be in his late 20s with a clean shaven face with short black swept back hair and grey eyes. He has a grey hoodie with blue jeans and red converse shoes. He walks over casually to a terminal and plugs a hard drive in it as he cracks his knuckles. "Alright, Friday, work your magic. Or, let me, work my, magic. Or, both of our, magics can-ok shutting up." He starts to type away as he sings quietly. "Hacking hacking hacking, I am hacking into stuff. Hacking hacking hacking." He continues to do this, obviously seeing things he shouldn't. [spoiler]open[/spoiler]