Once they arrived, the introduction tour across the Avenger was… awkward at best. Everyone he met looked at him strangely, distrust and unease clearly spread across their faces. Which in turn made him uneasy as well. He spend long enough around people who trusted him that he was confident that he could redeem himself for his work at ADVENT. Now, that confidence eroded with every person he saw. He could actively feel himself withdrawing within himself. Just trying to be polite in order not to anger people and bring the whole thing crashing down.
"This will be your lab." Bradford, who preferred to be called 'Central' he found out, said as they entered the area.
"Not bad." Tygan said, exploring the area. From experience he knew it was a rather small and basic setup, but he hadn't had a proper place to conduct research at the Skirmishers, so it was enough to satisfy him.
"It's the best we can do at the moment." Central apologised.
"Don't worry, I'll make due." Tygan said, walking to a chair as he took off his coat and bag and placed it on the back. It felt… wrong somehow. Like he was shedding part of himself. He looked at the Ripjack on his left hand. That he was outright nervous to remove. But he was also very much aware that it wouldn't help his case if he walked around with his weapon drawn in what was supposed to be a safe area. Central placed a hand on his shoulder.
"I don't think you'll need that here." He tried.
"I suppose I will take your word for that." Tygan softly said, removing the Ripjack and also placing it on the chair. Part of his brain knew it was silly, placing so much identity in objects. But without them he just felt even more like he didn't belong. His old ADVENT suit a stark reminder of what he once was.
He took a deep breath which he sighed out, before picking up a tablet that was placed on the desk.
His work at the Skirmishers was done.
His work with XCom was about to start.