[b]Damien was always one for a simple stroll, cigarette in between his upper lip and lower metal jaw that was held in place by two clamps that ran down his metal neck. He was wearing a typical Damien style attire, consisting of baggy jeans, heavy fur boots, a white t-shirt, and his massive olive green fur coat with the massive hood around his spiky blonde hair. Only his sharp yellow eyes peered out as he went, walking no where in particular before he spotted Ry.[/b] [b]He was instantly concerned, his super sonic hearing picking up on the sound with ease. He moved closer, while still maintaining some distance, giving a slight wave.[/b] [i]"Ma'am! Are you okay?"[/i] [b]He called out from his spot, eyes narrowing to thin slits, like a cat's eye, as he observed her. One of the perks of controlling sound was such hearing... And the sound of sizzling and burning never quite rang out well.[/b]