Despite the significant shift that her expression betrayed, Damien remained resolute. "No mask this time. I have to do this." While he phrased this as being necessary she could pick up on the subtle undertone of how she was actually being requested to support him.
Clearly this was important to him. Important enough that he was willing to risk another confrontation in a place exceptionally alien to him and without any of the securities he might be used to. And while he could certainly contest airspace, a fistfight was very much not Damien's domain. That implied being stupid enough to actually be in one.
"I know the risks but I've made up my mind." He gestured at his already packed bag and then towards a plain looking watch fastened about his wrist. There was nothing peculiar about it, save that it was tightly fitted around the wrist and seemed to not display time at all. In the place of functioning as a timepiece it seemed to provide readouts that were all currently zeroed.
Beneath his confident exterior, he was worried she might not understand and vehemently refuse. But he had to hope otherwise.
