[Since he had been 'imported' from another game, Ralph and the rest of the outer-game combatants had been carefully secured away from everybody else in the game. It wouldn't do any good for unfortunate accidents to befall the selected gladiators. He had only encountered other Programs when he was taken to and from his cell and on the battlefield.

He's never actually been this close to another Program, except for the Guards.

Ralph's uncertain if he's seen this one before or not, after a while, the opponents on the other side of the battlefield all start looking the same, except for the ones brought in from other consoles. They were easy to tell apart, they didn't quite fit with the aesthetics of the game, bringing in their own quirks. If they survived, like Ralph had, eventually they would blend in more with the Programs of Tron, but there still was always something off about them, a hint that they didn't belong in the game.

The car is empty, save for the giant. Ralph has no hard feelings towards any of the other Programs forced to battle, they had been in the same position he was.

He sits up and gestures gently with his hands, indicating the whole car.]

Nope, there's plenty of space.

[Ralph looks him over one more time, trying to see if it'd spark a memory.]

Guess they got you too, huh?


[OOC: Eeeeee, thanks for responding! <3 ]