Dimitri stared down at the cooled water, his lips pulling into a small smirk of it's own at the 'Hey boy' from the girl across the bar. However, despite this, his mind was running a mile a second, the man easily returning his gaze to the drink down in front of him. Something didn't sit right with him...

Thomas must have had an accident, that much was evident, but he had only heard rumors of the wild pack miles away from Greyville, back in the mountains that he had just eradicated...so whom, and what, had the other man been hunting? A random wanderer that had gotten too feisty during the full moon light? An old werewolf that wanted one more bout before he keeled over and died? No...Thomas was too skilled for that; he wouldn't get injured by an old, waning beast. Not to mention that not a lot of people seemed surprise at the blood.

Gripping the cold cup with one calloused, gloved hand, Dimitri took a long sip, leaning back at the bar and stretching his arms above his head. His leather jacket was made from a pilfered Kevlar alloy, capable enough to stop a wolf's razor-sharp fangs and claws with minimal injury...not to mention he had an old family friend that tailored his clothing and weapons, for only a small amount of funding, which was easy with the wealth his father had managed to accumulate over time. 

Right now, however, the jacket was making the already warm room a bit hot, so Dimitri took it off, rolling it up and resting it on the counter beside his drink. This showed the tears in his long-sleeved shirt, and a few splatters of wolf blood, but the blood had long since dried, and the scent was practically non-existant. Just to be safe, he rolled the sleeves up his forearms, revealing long, jagged scars along the skin. 

Dimitri threw his jacket over his shoulder, and finally decided to stand. Walking over to Thomas and Yvette, the Russian Hunter smirked slightly larger, clasping Thomas on the shoulder that held the injured arm. [b]"Ты полный отстой."[/b] He commented, his voice's accent becoming a Hell of a lot thicker due to him using his mother tongue. Dimitri sat down beside him, slapping Thomas lightly on the cheek to make him alert. [b]"Go to the hospital."[/b] His voice was blunt and direct.