"Ah, damn." Rhys is at a loss for words, and moves to sit as indicated on autopilot.
He himself has changed a bit since they last saw each other, too. His prototype cybernetic parts are all finished and well integrated, his haircut is way less dorky, and those ridiculous half-and-half-patterned clothes he used to wear have been traded for a much sleeker black corporate suit.

"I like the hair." That's all he can think of to say. What? It's true.