The interactions between everyone was normal in the guild but none the less it still was somewhat fascinating to Thalesin how they interacted compared to his homeworld. For the most part he just watched as things unfolded and to see how it played out, only deciding to voice an opinion if it got out of hand, but that rarely happened. He finished eating his breakfast and slipped out of the room to get ready for the day and prepare to be on stand by for any crimes that may happen. His so called suit was actually what was considered normal clothing on his planet, a means of telling which clan you were from. Here though it worked well with concealing his identity of who he was. A few modifications had made it the perfect suit for him. Unlike most of the people on his planet though, his was specially designed, an odd thing about his powers were that they were more of a self defense mechanism, he could not use them at will, he was forced into suffering pain in order to be able to use his gifts. At first it had been excruciating, but now he was use to it, the odd little spikes inside only causing him a slight numbing sensation to his nerves though the next day after a nights rest he would be sore.
He grabbed the rest of his equipment before putting on his helmet which completed the outfit. He then left his room, deciding to wander a bit around the base to pass some time and wait for the next crime alert to happen.