Sol frowned, and narrowed his eyes. He didn't find her joke funny. He jumped down from where he was hiding, in a smooth and dignified manner. He emerged from the shadows. His attire seemed odd, too nice for having been on the streets long. He didn't speak, simply watching them with eyes that showed clear irritation. This person seemed like a loud person, he hated those types. Constantly barging in, trying to be friendly when in actuality it is just rude. They also spoke a lot, constantly yammering about every little thing. He walked over to a dumpster, and wrote his name in the grime. 'Sol' it read his name. He wiped the finger he used to write on the inside of his jacket. Despite his loathing of his assumption of her personality, he was interested in this convergence.