-Firing Range-
(Tests out a pistol that he finds in the armoury. It noticeably has some kickback when he pulls the trigger. The bullet manages to graze the edge of the 'shoulder' of the target.)
...Whoa. Definitely different to using a Mobile Suit's weapon.
"We all fail. We all make mistakes. That is what makes us human."Either way... I'll leave you be for now, Solomon- I have- work to do...
-he pats him on the shoulder, as he walks by-
-he's a lanky guy, but that was certainly a firm pat-
-he's heading down for the main room, bypassing the upstairs-
-the man known as Jack, is taking a smoking break outside, puffing away at his pipe-
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post-Raut stands at the bottom of the stairs to the main room, looking around-
-as if obsessively, he straightens his jacket again-
Where are you...
-the pilot of mech suits could certainly see the man in a gasmask and suit, with all skin covered on his way to the kitchen-
1.5 imperial gallons of tea were consumed during the writing of this post

Isn't it a little, uh...pompous to do something to yourself most people would have to get done after something horrible?