[ it likely doesn't take much to catch the impression with kovacs. though the body he wears isn't even his own, he fits into it well, the posture that frequently suggests disinterest, the narrow boredom of his eyes, the frowning lips that don't always need to speak to hint at his annoyance in other people's presence. not that the reading is always correct, but it is usually the impression he prefers to give.

after recent events, he's wishing for it more than ever. ]

Oh, yeah, you're definitely new.

[ even the smile that forms is more amused than anything, sly with the chuckle that follows, forming around the cigarette. ]

That sort of optimism eventually gets wiped out. The whole holding-hands, being-a-team thing, not so easy with this crowd. You got your heroes, you got your assholes, you got your realists — ends up being a shitty mix.