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Jake coughed into his fist nervously, glancing around the room before he decided that yes, he probably did need to introduce himself to the other people. "I'm, uh, Jake. I'm a Mirrorshade. If your gun is broken give it to me. If you need a weapon just let me know and I'll whip something up. That's who I am and what I do." He muttered, fidgeting slightly. Talking was never one of Jake's strong suits, even before he couldn't stop blabbering on about what various objects or weapons do around him. He watched Jeremy walk to his bed and sit down, silently observing him sharpen his knife and field-strip his gun. "7.62 caliber pistol, Russian make, no safety. Not a lot of delicate parts to the weapon, either. Could use a nice coat of gun oil but otherwise is in great shape." Jake thought, his mind buzzing angrily with irrelevant statistics and facts.

"So, you know where Tokugawa is, then? I'd rather not rush in to something without a good idea of what we'll be up against. Makes it harder to prepare for what I need to do. With the, uh, guns and so on." Jake coughed again awkwardly, still fidgeting and glancing around the room at the other members of the team. He grimaced again, still massively uncomfortable in the face of having to speak.