[ raiden braces his back against the wall, heel digging into worn plaster and wood. he folds his arms and throws his head back a little. ]

Feel like I should be calling you Pliskin right now...

[ the anxiety in his voice is hard to miss. he doesn't sound like the aged, brusque veteran he normally would; no, his voice is muted and shy as he swallows. ]

I...didn't think much of it. How's it feel? To be...in the right body this time?