The penny smacks into Georgia’s helmet as he tries to catch it, pinging off his visor with enough force to knock him off balance. ”Who-o-o-oa!” His voice rings out with a metallic tang from his speakers as he hits the ground with a clanking thud, the penny dropping to the bulkhead of the Rec Room with a teasing little rattle. Georgia rubs his sore backside, chuckling a little at himself before turning to the sound of the door hissing open. ”Oh. Hey Agent South,” he says, waving sheepishly at the purple and green freelancer as she enters.