His body is well formed, an attractive resonance and overall shape to be found in both his face and anatomical structure. One could suggest this man to be nobility and it would take time for others to question them. One of our strangers gloved fingers gently extends towards Zara. 

"You..." His soft, wistful voice is carried by a strangely cold breeze towards Zara. Said wind passes over her as an oddity of weather, something which shouldn't exist in Rio's festering streets. "I need your help with something very important." As far as those deadly calm eyes were concerned, Zara is the only other one here. Voices and noise produced by other people are tossed entirely to the wayside as he awaits her response to his sudden question. 

The pepper held down by his left side begins growing in luminance, soft turquoise rays spilling into open space. An odd hum, as if from an approaching vehicle, begins filling the air along with potent wafts of sulfur. Something is escalating, but what that might be is likely entirely indecipherable by the average human.