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And... the eager young Godling would come across a man in the alleyways much unlike the many English people within the streets. A man who appeared much broader than he really was, leaning up against the brick wall of one of the buildings in the alleyway with his eyes looking towards the dim skyline. He'd appear to be someone of military status, due to how his hair was cut in a jardhead like manner, a clean 2x1 cut ontop of his head, with a lean face that barely twitched or moved. He appeared to be wearing thick leather protective gear with the name of the infamous North American Harley Davidson Company strewn about all over the suit, due to both the cold weather and the motorcycle he was currently riding within the country.

Lean and still built, standing at 5'8", the man's face held a degree of confidence to it, slight scarring and a bit of slight aging on his face despite seeming rather... young for a Human being. The man's name was David Turner, and David currently was enjoying a drag from a cigarette within the alleyway of... London for some reason, although the training he had had drilled into him years ago kicked in as his eyes darted off to meet the woman with both surprise and curiousity. He would go quiet as he would take another drag of the cigarette before dropping it to the ground, having been brought down to nearly a nub anyways. 

He'd offer her a nod and a nice smile, his face holding a set of both brown hair and brown eyes that held a gentle curious look to them, despite the hardy demeanor he gave off, waving her over with his right hand as he stood there, "Good afternoon ma'am, just enjoying a cigarette off to the side in town so no one complains. I won't mind sharing one with you from my pack if you are one, but if you ain't that's fine."