It was only a few minutes for until the meeting when Tobrin finally shuffled into the room, a slight frown on his face. Unlike most people, he didn't even glance around the room to see who all was there. Instead, his shuffling footsteps carried him over to where he could smell coffee and breakfast. He had slept- more or less- well the night before and been up since before sunrise, learning what he could about this place by...well, exploring. He hadn't come across anyone else, though he had passed by several rooms that had been occupied by others.<br/><br/>He had, at least, dressed for the occasion, though not nearly as much as the others. A simple, long-sleeved shirt, a pair of jeans, and socks were enough for the man, though he had made some effort with his hair and pulled most of it back and up into a messy sort of ponytail or bun. And he was clean, too, having showered the previous night before going to sleep. So he was at least presentable, though in no way going out of his way to make a favorable impression with how he dressed.<br/><br/>His footsteps brought him to what he had been searching for: coffee. And food: a small plate was fixed of a little bit of everything. After pouring himself a cup of that liquid gold, he seated himself as close to Fury as he could, his eyes fixating on a point on the far wall. And then, it was apparent to all why he didn't even look around: his eyes, while open, had that tell-tale cloudiness to them that spoke of the man being blind.<br/><br/>Not that it hindered him any, judging by the way he was able to move around the room without an issue. Part of that was confidence and part of that was him hearing the subtle things that people took for granted. The gentle breathing in and out, the quiet beat of a person's heart, the little tics that people didn't realize they had, but he picked up on by sound. Just from that little bit of information, he could tell there were five others- outside of himself and Fury- in the room. Three of them were likely male and two female. Of course, he could be wrong on that, but that was his guess, at least.<br/><br/>Dropping his eyes from the wall, Tobrin concentrated on the food in front of him, as well as the coffee, barely mumbling out a "good morning" in that low, hoarse tone of his.