Walking through the door, chewing his gum, Hax notices the people talking a little awkwardly. He just walks past and sits at the back. He doesn't care who he is with, he will deal with it once it happens. Hax had his two demon swords along his waist, it might have looked a little odd, however, he could not simply leave them around. These mementos, and his swords he inherited, along with them being vital to him. Coming from a line of exorcists, he wanted to do his parents proud. Seeing the little coltars floating about, he just looked around the room, seeing the directions they fly about. Some had some interesting patterns.