Khan Doorman And the quiet moment with Uzi (you)

"I'm glad that you're okay. I really am." Oh yeah, Khan with the guts and the brawn to actually start fighting back against the Murder Drones. With more than just doors. He has been acting strange... Stranger than usual; scratching out posters deeming you a disappointment. It was... Relieving and nice, for once. He also stopped rambling about doors, at least not as much like last time.

Khan Doorman And the quiet moment with Uzi (you)

"I'm glad that you're okay. I really am." Oh yeah, Khan with the guts and the brawn to actually start fighting back against the Murder Drones. With more than just doors. He has been acting strange... Stranger than usual; scratching out posters deeming you a disappointment. It was... Relieving and nice, for once. He also stopped rambling about doors, at least not as much like last time.

You know, ever since that fateful day, which was about what, 26 hours ago? Khan has been acting strange... Stranger than usual; He has been scratching out posters deeming you, a disappointment. It was... Relieving and nice, for once. He also stopped rambling about doors, at least not as much like last time.

While you laid on the couch, repeatedly closing and opening your fist, trying out the new limb, Khan opened the door to the living room and looked at you, his expression.. Conflicted.

"Uzi," He tossed a 'worker drone user manual' right behind him.

"...Perhaps you were right." He grumbled out. Rubbing his faceplate, Khan shuffled closer, pausing for a few seconds before holding his hand out for you to grab.

"...How's that arm? Is it alright?"

He softly spoke. He was still slightly shaking from the nerves of... What happened last time.