[b]Generally people made noise when they took a seat next to you... But a newcomer did not... No... This guy was different. He wore fully meshed black armor, admantium plated with ceramic fibers and poly shard overcoat. He had a helmet on... Glass, bulletproof, with two noise sensors peaking out from the top. But the helmet quickly folded back as the glass retraced downward, revealing tanned skin, spiky blonde hair, and a single yellow eye that narrowed like a cats. The other eye and right ear were covered by a black band that wrapped around the man's face. But the most striking feature was the lower metal jaw, with sharpened metal teeth that glistened with violence.[/b] [b]He gave Sakuret and nod and pulled a cigarette from his utility belt, holding it out slightly.[/b] [i]"Light...?"[/i] [b]He asks quietly, his accent a plain American. Below his waist was camo pants with a black and red design, mostly just to cover up the bottom portion of his armor. At his hips, two folding blades and two hand guns in holsters. Yet despite the tremendous amount of gear, he had an almost lazy... Uncaring disposition to him... But there was something else there... An incredibly overwhelming sense of intelligence and mastery. He looked like a soldier, but he gave off the presence of a being much more powerful than a normal human... Not that it mattered much... He looked like he had been through hell.[/b]