Semyon's attentive -if neutral- expression changed to concern as first Tamarind, then the other werewolf began to hack and cough from the smoke of the shared cigar. It was further aggravated by the steady glare emanating from the young reaper by Tamarind's side. But while that was definitely a cause for worry, Tamarind's sudden fit was what first grabbed his attention, priority wrought from timing and circumstance.

He had been the one to pass the cigar to her after 'smoking' it, so guilt was the first thing he felt. He was well preserved, and their tasks so far hadn't put much strain on the bindings keeping his form from rotting any further, but he was still an undead. Even in the best-preserved, disease could fester, and they needed everyone at full strength for this coming job.

Her hoarse words spoken through the smoke calmed him some, however. He might have been abrupt in his question, but at least she knew what they were up against now... and at least it seemed surprise had been the reason for her cough, nothing else.

The sudden, gravelly hacking from his other side brought further relief amongst the concern, a new wave of smoke curling out from the older werewolf. She had smoked before he, so likely it was the smoke and surprise, nothing else. Nestor was fine, but his was an... interesting form. He had also offered the cigar to begin with, and likely was practiced enough to avoid the fits that grabbed the other two. 

Which left the final cause of concern.

Semyon tried to ignore the young reaper's glare when she first came over, instead focusing on Tamarind and then the other Werewolf. Quick glances as those two started to talk revealed many of his comrades involved in conversations of their own- nothing to interrupt. Nestor was here, but seemed involved with the werewolves as well... what was it people did when nervous, or trying to avoid eye contact? Check their cell phones?

Gloved hands slipped his free from it's case deep in his jacket, flipping it open briefly to glance at it's brightly-glowing screen.

[i]27 new messages[/i]

Semyon regarded the screen for a moment, the quietly closed the phone and slipped it away.

Stepping quietly around the werewolf pair, the Wight approached Daisy beside them. It would be best to greet her respectfully -and officially, he still didn't know her name- as he hadn't done anything to earn her ire. She hadn't really done anything to earn [i]his[/i] concern but that was... no it was pretty much the same. So maybe he could understand why she was glaring at him like that, but something should probably be done about it. Something done by him, in a way that wouldn't start a fight between a reaper of death and a soldier of undeath.

"Pardon me," Stepping in front of Daisy, Semyon offered her a slight bow. "Did I... do something to offend you? Miss...?"