Dylan Sommers
As he following Andrea, Katya and the rest down the bowels of the submarine, Dylan scoped around the ship. Simply, he hadn't seen technology this good since the ship that were supposed to take them to Venezuela. He thought this was going to be a typical submarine with lots of leaky piping above and below them, with creaky metal floor grates. He was wrong. Then again, T.E.C.H.'s ability to be big and bold didn't surprise Dylan anymore. He had other concerns on his mind, though. Andrea stopped on front of a giant door, which opened revealing a security room with many screens, most of them flashing words and symbols. But as he entered, the black chair got his attention as it swiveled around, revealing the lieutenant.
"Hey, Lieutenant!" Dylan said in a cheerful and awkward manner, "How long has it been? You look... good!" his broad smile seemed insincere.
"Holy shit. She's... old!" he thought, trying not to think out loud.
Judging by her stoic expression, Lieutenant Tear wasn't having his jesterly mood.
