Damon inhaled after his wings were tapped. The feathers puffed out as he worked on calming himself. "I do not like small plane" he muttered, his voice muffled by his wings. A few more moments passed, allowing him to hear the new arrival and to hear the others speaking about something other then his wings. Another inhale later and his wings slowly opened and folded back against his back. Being folded made him sit on the edge of the seat, claustrophobia had him with his head down for a few moments. 

"Do not touch wings.....removed too much" he offered the explanation mostly for the two sitting closest to him...the two that seemed to want to modify him. He looked at will. "no modifications, I am not lab experiment" his accent was still thick, but he spoke more quietly. He then looked to the new comer and noded. As much as he hated to admit, Angel was right. He had to work on his people skills. He shook his head and muttered "Dyvols both" (little devils) he closed his eyes and re opened them.

He would not spill out anymore about his past, he felt it was unnecessary at the moment and would not help him currently. His leg began twitching, he was really not doing well in the small crowded environment. He was okay when it was just himself and two others, but now it felt too small. His eyes closed again and the expression on his face was one of pure uncomfort. He exhaled and decided to tell of his other abilities since the others were doing that....and it was something he could do. "I also heal...and am strong" his thoughts wandered for a moment to his mother [i]You are so much more then your wings...you are one of a kind. Never change[/i] 

He ran a hand through his short hair and worked on breathing. He refused to be defeated by an inaminiate object that was transporting him.