A figure stood behind her, standing in the doorway with a look of utter surprise on his face, his pale blue eyes widened as they expressed what looked like horror. His face quickly reverted to his casual charm, but internally, Michael Drake couldn’t stop his heart from its rapid beating. [i]Holy shit, she’s the splitting image of her...[/i] he thought to himself as he regained his composure. The man seemed about the same age as her, with a rugged. handsome face accompanied by gelled black hair. His blue eyes, which still seemed slightly uneasy, contrasted strongly with the crimson jacket that he wore, nearly disguising the loaded holsters that he wore on his torso and belt. His right arm, which was a prosthetic that looked like a skeletal appendage painted black, casually leaned against the doorframe. “[b]Sorry, wasn’t expecting to see anyone ‘round here this early,[/b]” he said, attempting to pass off his initial surprise with a laidback grin. “[b]Come to think about it, I haven’t seen you before either. You new here?[/b]”