[ Grif doesn't screw around, for once. He's there almost immediately, in uniform even. (Complete with his helmet attached to the neck of the suit, it's not the most graceful technological mishmash but it's something he asked for due to the increasingly hazardous nature of missions.)
He didn't bother to announce himself. He calls out from behind Brainy. ]
Yeah, okay, what?
[ He stretches and yawns a little. He may not have screwed around, but his nap was interrupted and it's a tragedy. ]
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He didn't bother to announce himself. He calls out from behind Brainy. ]
Yeah, okay, what?
[ He stretches and yawns a little. He may not have screwed around, but his nap was interrupted and it's a tragedy. ]