After entering, the suit powered down and opened up to release a young man, probably about the age of 27. A couple years ago he would have been fresh out of college, but his current appearance wouldn't suggest that for the world. He looked a bit pale, with some stubble breaking out along his jaw. His muscles suggested a period in time in which he was strong; one that has long passed from inactivity and most likely ages sitting in front of monitor screens.
He plopped on the couch in a lazy manner, almost as if he had a beer in his hand already, and began speaking, "Well, that's not the strangest out-of-context thing to hear... Anyways, sounds cool, mate. I myself've got a personal bone to pick with a couple of 'em. Anyways, what drinks you got here? Seems like a nice place." He looked around before quickly adding, "Oh, name's Corey, by the way. Corey Jameson Danow. And that right there," he motioned to the suit while saying this, "is a little number I like to call, 'Arsenal Machine MKII'. Suppercut Industries has been trying to shut this thing down for years."