[Good. Ian twirls his gun again idly before lowering his arm to rest, and with his other hand he once again releases the clasps of his helmet. Instead of merely opening it this time, he removes it entirely, shaking his head a little to get rid of any helmet-hair that may have occurred. The helmet comes to rest against his waist and his weight returns to resting on one leg, a pose that Ian is pretty sure will show him in a good light. (He hasn't had a chance to look in a mirror like this, though, so he'll have to be forgiven for any flaws in it.]
Not that there's any doubt this is the real you [and he means that in every sense], but I'd like to check something first.
[And Souji should know well enough what he means by that.]