He began to comfort himself to his surroundings, and took another sip of the vodka. "Azreal. Dunno whom'st the cloakin' device was made by, got it when I was workin'. These puppy's," he said as he pointed to his cold, hard arm, and knocked on it, "were funded by my job as well, as I had lost all the normal bits, but I made em' all of it, even if I didn't pay for them. Pretty proud of them too." 

He questioned slightly how she knew that he had cybernetics, but brushed it off. Who knows what type of things she could see, she had a tail for god's sake. "You are?" Just as he said that, he realized that another man, with a thick Texan accent, came in as he said this. He decided to recognize him and flick his head up to him as he had done to the woman a few moments before. Just after he did this, he took another sip from his vodka, and slid his glasses onto his forehead, revealing sharp, green eyes. 

He then began to scratch the back of his head, and lower left arm.  As he began to look at this guy more and more, he realized his piercings and his large tattoo on his arm. He saw out of the corner of his eye that he was feeling up his bicep and got slightly worried, remembering an event that transpired when he lived in the slums. He took another sip of the vodka, and relieved himself, as he looked back at the woman, so strange before, but he was warming up to her. Even it was slowly.

This might get interesting