"Helmet." Cylus nods. "I've got a face under here, but it isn't always on display. Helps in situations where I want to sleep without people knowing or make faces at them." he chuckles. He reaches behind the collar of his jacket and something seemed to click, before the entire helmet seemed to fold back. It seemingly disappeared onto his back, revealing the face of a young 27 year-old man. He gave a grin as he met the woman's gaze and extended a hand over the table. "The name's Cylus. And you might be...?" he greets.