"Wasn't expecting company." Hawking spoke as he stood up and turned around to look at Sherry.

He was a tall lanky man with shaggy blonde hair that covered his orange eyes. His clothing was mismatched and somewhat ill fitting indicating that he either didn't know or care how to dress properly. Hawking stopped for a moment, a perplexed look on his face. Then, he began circling around Sherry just close enough to look her over while keeping a distance as to not show any hostility.

"You smell like me." he pointed out bluntly, "You are...Golgotha?"