In response to the question about having a badge, K produces his badge wallet from an inner pocket of his coat and holds it open for Aaron to see. The shield identifies him as a Detective of the Los Angeles Police Department and features his serial number — KD6-3.7 — in lieu of the name that he doesn't have. The multilingual ID is brightly backlit similar to an LCD display, and very subtly animated, with alternating lines of information slowly fading in and out. It explicitly identifies him as an android of Wallace Corporation design and the legal property of Lieutenant Joshi, head of the Retirement Division of the LAPD, and designates him a Blade Runner.
At least some proof that he's exactly who — and what — he claims to be. Further proof will undoubtedly be revealed in time through necessity... and likely sooner rather than later, if they're going to be travelling to Aaron's monster-infested world together. They may have barely met, but Aaron's knowledge of this peculiar intersection between worlds and how to navigate it is already beyond K's own experience, and staying with someone who seems to know his way around is preferable to wandering and potentially getting lost alone. For now, it's the most practical course of action.
He can try to find the path back to his own world later. When he's better prepared, with the supplies he's generously been offered (and murmurs a quiet but genuine thank you for).
"I have a gun on me," he confirms. Service issued and well-concealed in a shoulder holster worn underneath his long coat; he makes no move to withdraw it yet, though Aaron might catch a glimpse when he's putting away his badge. A gun is almost superfluous with what he's capable of even unarmed, but he decides against drawing attention to that right now. "And I... would like to come with you, if that's all right," he decides. "I can help you barricade the entrance." And later assist with the destruction of the gateway on his way back to his own world, if that's what Aaron determines is best.
K begins to follow, moving in a way that renders his footsteps nearly silent even in the eerie stillness of this place between worlds. He's fully attentive while Aaron's showing him the methods he's employed to not only navigate this confusing maze of doors and corridors, but to help ensure his comrades' safety in his homeworld. Regardless of the length K's stay ends up being, it's useful information to have. And should he be allowed to join them in their efforts to secure locations — he doesn't expect they'll extend much trust to a stranger, but perhaps eventually — choosing his own sign will be a straightforward affair.
"The way I came through didn't look like this," he says in an offhand manner as he likewise kneels to scavenge a few items from the abandoned toolbox. Having another weapon on hand that's quieter than a gun isn't a bad idea, he figures, in case stealth matters or they'll be engaging walkers in close quarters — taking note of Aaron's choice, he opts for the other claw hammer. He also pockets a utility knife and flashlight. Though he can see well in low light to pitch darkness, he expects the flashlight will be useful for his companion, even just as a spare.
The overpowering smell of decay is recognisable, but it also carries a sharp, sour tang of something less familiar. Something altogether more organic than the type of decay and ruin he's accustomed to in his heavily industrialised homeworld. And it isn't difficult to guess at what the groaning, shuffling source may be, especially as they draw nearer to the exit.
Always go for the head, he's surmised from his crash course on zombie-slaying. Nodding to indicate his readiness, he intends to follow Aaron's lead — at least until they're through the door. It may be his first foray into ending lives (unlives?) of his own volition, but he's hardly going to leave the heavy lifting to Aaron. It feels important to prove himself here, to demonstrate he can be a reliable and competent ally worthy of the trust Aaron has already shown him.
I love that song! And the katydid! c: Funnily enough that could be a nickname for K...
At least some proof that he's exactly who — and what — he claims to be. Further proof will undoubtedly be revealed in time through necessity... and likely sooner rather than later, if they're going to be travelling to Aaron's monster-infested world together. They may have barely met, but Aaron's knowledge of this peculiar intersection between worlds and how to navigate it is already beyond K's own experience, and staying with someone who seems to know his way around is preferable to wandering and potentially getting lost alone. For now, it's the most practical course of action.
He can try to find the path back to his own world later. When he's better prepared, with the supplies he's generously been offered (and murmurs a quiet but genuine thank you for).
"I have a gun on me," he confirms. Service issued and well-concealed in a shoulder holster worn underneath his long coat; he makes no move to withdraw it yet, though Aaron might catch a glimpse when he's putting away his badge. A gun is almost superfluous with what he's capable of even unarmed, but he decides against drawing attention to that right now. "And I... would like to come with you, if that's all right," he decides. "I can help you barricade the entrance." And later assist with the destruction of the gateway on his way back to his own world, if that's what Aaron determines is best.
K begins to follow, moving in a way that renders his footsteps nearly silent even in the eerie stillness of this place between worlds. He's fully attentive while Aaron's showing him the methods he's employed to not only navigate this confusing maze of doors and corridors, but to help ensure his comrades' safety in his homeworld. Regardless of the length K's stay ends up being, it's useful information to have. And should he be allowed to join them in their efforts to secure locations — he doesn't expect they'll extend much trust to a stranger, but perhaps eventually — choosing his own sign will be a straightforward affair.
"The way I came through didn't look like this," he says in an offhand manner as he likewise kneels to scavenge a few items from the abandoned toolbox. Having another weapon on hand that's quieter than a gun isn't a bad idea, he figures, in case stealth matters or they'll be engaging walkers in close quarters — taking note of Aaron's choice, he opts for the other claw hammer. He also pockets a utility knife and flashlight. Though he can see well in low light to pitch darkness, he expects the flashlight will be useful for his companion, even just as a spare.
The overpowering smell of decay is recognisable, but it also carries a sharp, sour tang of something less familiar. Something altogether more organic than the type of decay and ruin he's accustomed to in his heavily industrialised homeworld. And it isn't difficult to guess at what the groaning, shuffling source may be, especially as they draw nearer to the exit.
Always go for the head, he's surmised from his crash course on zombie-slaying. Nodding to indicate his readiness, he intends to follow Aaron's lead — at least until they're through the door. It may be his first foray into ending lives (unlives?) of his own volition, but he's hardly going to leave the heavy lifting to Aaron. It feels important to prove himself here, to demonstrate he can be a reliable and competent ally worthy of the trust Aaron has already shown him.