York isn’t too tall, only a few I chew over five feet, but he still glares at the newcomer like he’s his original shell’s height. the light in question swirls from teal to a golden yellow, then back to teal. A quick reach just out of frame and he pulls his hoodie off of a little peg to pull onto him. It’s black, which white printing of 'NYC' and imaging on it.

"No, I’ve already gone through my sleep cycle but fuck you anyways. And this is the ship I’m assigned to, the Bishop. Which clearly you’re not part of the crew, because it didn’t open for you. Now what the hell do you want?"