[color=a36209]Gracer looked back at the one approaching him. Although he didn't hear him coming, the massive reflective windows of the tower were enough to alert the vigilante-hero of the floater's approach. Barely had the hero who had something similar about him as a Green Lantern asked his question, or Gracer noticed movement from inside the building. [color=C4A484]"I do."[/color] He simply responded, before turning back to the door. It was clear that Gracer did not feel the need to explain himself to the superpowered one who he didn't recognize, even if he didn't seem to be an enemy at the moment.

The door opened, his emotionless gaze being met with that of the alien hero of the Teen Titans. [color=C4A484]"Greetings. I have been invited by your group."[/color] He showed Starfire the opened enveloped with the letter neatly folded back in. [color=C4A484]"As for this person, I don't know him."[/color]  He said pre-emptively, not wanting to bring about confusion about the two coming here together. His hands were constantly near the holsters on his hips, hands seemingly relaxed but ready to pick at least one of his pistols if necessary. He wasn't the fastest with his reflexes, even if he saw danger coming from afar, so being close to his weapons was a good way for him to be ready at all times. 

He had his hunting rifle as well, worn with a strap over his thick leather jacket as well, as black as his mask. The rifle was his preferred weapon of choice, but in short to medium range, the pistols would have a better advantage with maneuverability as well as fire rate. Cover your grounds, limit your weaknesses. As contrary to those superpowered ones, he was still human, and any regular weakness he had as well. One wrong hit and he was done for. Always made him be a bit on edge. Not out of fear, but out of caution. The latter he practiced, the former he never experienced.[/color]