[ Well. This certainly explains why someone like Hickey who only ever stole this identity has come to speak so confidently about 'his' men - 'his' men, whom he had to keep fed by butchering a person. It's suddenly becoming a quite easy to put together a picture... ]

The name says it all, is it...?

[ Truly what is with naming here...? (Says Captain Full Frontal's most loyal follower, once more with no awareness of irony.) ]

... his loyalty can't be too great if he has yet to try and cut you open for that transgression. I would have.

[ And he immediately respects this man he's only glimpsed at a little less for not having the same amount of devotion.

Angelo crosses his arms, a gesture that is meant to read entirely as judgemental but in truth also serves to ward off the cold by folding into himself a little bit. His uniform is of high quality fabric, but it hasn't been made with arctic temperatures in mind. Once he gets back down, Angelo will dress with more layers, but... well, there was both vanity and sentimentality in wanting to step before Hickey's group wearing his pristine Neo Zeon royal guard outfit. A way to set himself apart, to remain as Frontal's even in this strange new place. ]