By time the singing had ended a small crowd had gathered, people giving money to the girl for her talents. Damien scoured the street and was unable to see Isabelle so decided he would just wait inside the hall for her. He dropped from the buildings roof and made his way across the street, dropping his camouflage as he did so. At 6'8" to his head and about another foot ontop of that from his mantis like claws, he towered above the huddled group. His alien appearance was an obvious shock for most humans, but even a large proportion of mutants were shocked by how horrific his look was. Rather than stopping to talk to the group, he went to move through into the mercenary hall, but was stopped by the vocalist.

[i]"Hello there,"[/i] she said in soft voice.

He turned to the group, each of them had a bright red aura surrounding their bodies. Damien scanned them all over briefly not recognising any beyond this encounter. He nodded and responded so that his voice entered the mind of all those in the group.

[I]"Greetings."[/i]

His thick accent carried across his nervousness beneath a bravado of sterness.