An Amicable Meeting

[Reeves]

Having let her exit the elevator first so as to not disrespect her personal space whatsoever, he followed her out soon after and proceeded at a calm pace. With Krest beside him again, he expressed a small amount of amusement at what she'd just asked him. He also took note of the fact she was calling him either Cobra or Commander here rather than Damien, perhaps to avoid a sense of familiarity just in case anyone was listening to them. "Passed? That would imply there's a right course of action to be taken. But that's not how I look at it. All I see are actions, and all I do is act accordingly." While this certainly brought his morality into question, of which there was likely little, it did sound him out as being a pragmatist at heart. And that was an out of place distinction for the cause he seemed so wholeheartedly invested in.

Though the entrance to the bar they soon arrived at would open upon sensing someone in proximity, Damien moved ahead to have it sense him and remain ajar for his accomplice. Obviously he intended for her to go first. The few patrons that were inside were a dotting of the spectrums at play here, everything from hunters to bootleggers. "Feel free to pick where you'd like us to sit." It was quiet enough here that the bartender shot Damien a glance and a nod upon hearing his voice, a gesture which he promptly returned. They must have had some kind of an accord or history. Then again that was likely the case between the Xenos and Zoners in general.