He sighed, social iteration and him, it was like acid on exposed skin. Outside of preforming he rarely spoke with the ponies. 
[I]''-Sigh-''[/I] He says and looks out the window again, blankly looking the thunder outside as the thunderclap smashed against the earth. It was a sceptical to his very eyes. 
[I]''Perhaps i should tell you my name...They call me Razor or in an older language Ksirafai.''[/I] 
He holds out his hoof so she could shake it. If he did not wear his mask o so proudly he would have smiled in some fake attempt to make him self seem more approachable. It was about now figured out something...he was damn hungry.... and he was out of cash. He made another sigh and lumped himself in front of the window where he just tiredly looked out. 
[I]''I should have eaten before i got on.''[/I]