He swept his gaze over the woman, eyeing her up and down for any bite marks or torn clothing that she might have been concealing, it never hurt to be sure, after all, and from experience he knew it really -did- hurt to not be sure. Even though she seemed friendly enough and honest about, that didn't mean tat he was just going to had her his trust on a silver platter, nor did he even know exactly why he had bothered to stop and talk to her in the first place. Merely rolling his eyes, he shook his head [i]" Haven't met up with anyone worth teaming up with. Can trust only these two here." He patted the hilt of of his blades, first the left one, then the right one. [i]" This one's Lucretcia, and this one here I call Penellope."[/i] He announced, only afterwards realizing it may have sounded a little odd. His named blades were his only company for several months now, so it only seemed fitting to name them. All things considered, it might not be the worst idea to get some human interaction again.

[i]"Found them in the loft of some rich fellow who seemed to have had a passion for Japan." [/i] He replied to her first question. It wasn't exactly the entire truth, but it was more than enough that she had to know for the time being, and it wasn't a lie either. [i]"The name's Damian, I guess you could say I own this part of the city now."[/i] It had been a while since he bumped into any living person, he had all but assumed that this part was devoid of life and placed himself as the makeshift owner of the city, claiming what could be claimed from the houses and shops as if it was his home. It wasn't as if anyone had disputed his claim as of yet either.

His eyebrows arced downwards in a frown, his eyes narrowed when Holly looked away from him, not havng heard anyon talk from distance besides her, the walls muffling t sound of anyone talking below Holly. [i]"What's down there?"[/i] He demanded, suddenly growing wary again, possibly she was consulting with one of her friends on how best to take Damian out. Vigilant, his right hand closed around the hilt of the sword protrudingfrom his left shoulder, drawing it out of its resting place slowly as an indication that he wasn't afraid to use them on living people.