[b]Damien who seemingly had come out of nowhere stood above her, his armor no where to be seen. Instead, he wore a large olive green fur coat with a massive hood. He was shirtless, but the metal grafted into his chest hid any kind of skin... And of course he wore baggy jeans and big fur boots.[/b] [b]He kneeled down, pulling a small syringe from his coat lining, gently prodding her arm as a light stress reliever and depression medication swam through her veins.[/b] [b]Then, he turned to his jean pockets to pull a small fabric sheet out, laying it across her.[/b] [b]Then he took a seat across from her, sitting with his legs crossed, head on his hands, staring at her face. His silence was perturbing... But he wasn't out for harm or malice. Instead, he almost gave off a sort of comforting and caring aura... And there he lingered, hoping she would calm down enough to talk...[/b]