Utterly Mad

Locke heads on over next to the Captain as the others leave, taking a look at the list Snow handed him and glancing at it dismissively. "Hmmm...Wh#lp, lOoks al#ight wIth mE, cap'n. I'd ass#me Some aRe a bit more lucrat#ve thAn others, but that's si#pler than decidINg which one, I'd #uess." Taking his eyes away from the list, he reaches his gloved hand up to his throat, before smacking the microphone in the center of the ancient gaping wound a few times with his palm. Satisfied, he extends the same hand towards Hansen, his mouth just barely creased into a smile.

"Ahem. Hamilton Locke. Not sure if you'd read my file yet. Pleased ta meet ya, Captain Hansen." His voice is mildly clearer with this sentence, still a little crackly, but at least there's no static.