[b]Damien froze instinctively, the though of dropping something causing a chill to rise up his mechanical spine... What had he dropped? What personal item had this stranger just unknowingly stumbled across and lifted?[/b] [b]He turned slowly, patting himself down while putting on a cheap smile. He was in his typical attire... Large olive green fur coat, spiky blonde hair, baggy jeans, two leather gloves, large homemade fur boots, a white t-shirt, and two piercing yellow eyes that were narrowed to slits like a cat's. but his most striking feature was the metal jaw... One held in place by two clamps running up the cheeks and disappearing down the neck with sharpened teeth.[/b] [b]He looked to the woman, eyes alight with laziness and boredom... He seemed odd and bizarre... But he had a sense of charm to it, and a sense of danger that would give any normal person goosebumps. He was tall and lean, 6'3 with some muscle, but nothing obnoxious... And of course he was decently attractive... Mot super eye catching, but definitely not the word someone could do.[/b] [i]"Uh thanks..."[/i] [b]Damien looked down at the bottle of pills the woman had picked up, scowling in the inside... Neuropozyne. A highly addictive pain killer meant for those who had augments... Which Damien had plenty of...[/b] [b]Damien certainly didn't need that much, but he had been abusing cigarettes and alcohol most his life, the drug merely a step down the spiral... He wasn't addicted... Yet... But the relief the drug brought to his mechanical organs was intense and beyond satisfactory.[/b] [b]He outstretched a gloved hand and sighed, figuring that there were worse scenarios.[/b] [i]"No... I'm not a drugie... Before you ask."[/i]