[color=f26522][h1]Domhan Pryde//Cellblock Ruins//Gathering the Party[/h1][/color]
[i]A lot of gadgets for an attuned...[/i] Domhan thought as the man put a gun to his head. He was jumping to a bit of a conclusion; but the man had all sorts of little doohickeys, and he couldn't feel any metal in him... though he would have liked to have a touch to be sure. But still, why have that many gadgets but no implants unless you had something else going on? Regardless, the man was jumpy as hell, and Domhan wasn't quite so sure if this was such a good idea now: there was no safe way to walk away from here now that he had the man's attention. 

"I'm not sure how much use you would be from a survival standpoint," the man remarked, before making a strange survival decision all on his own; switching over to a big gun against a close range target. Had Domhan wanted to, he could have killed him in the time it took him to pull it out... but then... why didn't he want to kill this asshole? Domhan supposed he might be an asshole, but he also seemed a capable one... And also one ready to fight back.

Domhan smiled at the number one quip - the man was more right than he knew. "Ah, but number one has to sleep eventually. Number one is probably planning to go to the same place that everyone else wants to go to - the ship's wreckage, hm? Does number one really think he can kill [i]all[/i] of the prisoners, many as well trained as he thinks he is?" Domhan paused, stretching before passing his hand over part of the entryway, if one could call the large hole an entrance. As he did, the magic scurried down his fingers, and the top layer of metal peeled off and followed his hand. Contemplating the sheet of high grade titanium he had torn off, Domhan wound it around his left hand, creating a metallic fingerless glove that extended up to the middle of his forearm, underneath his jacket. He winked at the bounty hunter. "Some of us have no need for gadgets," he said as he turned around and walked off, making sure to move out of his direct sight line as soon as he was able, just in case the man picked that moment to go off his rails.

([@Irredeemable])