Ahras let out a squeak when Scenay noticed him, though he slowly left the cell as asked, listening to the man speak with wide eyes and tented fingers. Ahras twitched at the mention of his identity being withheld, he had no idea who could want to hide his identity, hell, he didn't even know why he was so terrified of everyone.

Eyeing the rest of the group with a contemptuous expression on his face, though his eyes probably betrayed at least a bit of his fear, if his actions hadn't already done that. As he heard the end of Scenay's proposition, he gulped, it seemed like he had little choice in the matter, it was either go with him or probably die.

[color=f9ad81]"I-I'm Ahras, I think, I'm a pilot, if you need that, I can also fix things... I think. M-my memory's not doing too... too well."[/color] He said meekly, using what he did remember to sell himself. Hopefully he wouldn't end up having to actually fight, he couldn't help but feel terrified of fighting.

Examining the others, Ahras' eyes shifted to the bald man, perhaps even thinner than Ahras himself, he stared for a long while, studying his odd face and gangly body. He could tell that the man was something... different, someone that Ahras should be careful around. When the man's head turned his direction, Ahras averted his eyes and stared at his feet. He definitely was in a bad spot, he clinged to his jacket, pulling it closed in the front as to cover his face.

[color=f9ad81]"D-do you have a scarf i could borrow?"[/color] He asked the security guard.

[@LeonVon]