Shayde nodded his head, looking down into his glass as he swirled the amber liquid. A slow breath passed his lips as he heard her.  "Most of you are. That world you came from, it's hell. Granted I've never been, though the stories I've heard make it sound as such." He looked to the woman, his eyes lingering on the bruised marks. Whatever past she lived, it was evident it wasn't peaceful. Not when another human purposely ended her life.<br/><br/>"I didnt think so," he replied, lifting the glass to finish his drink. He swallowed it down and set the glass aside, holding off from another. The last thing he needed was to lose his head. Sure his day was nearly over, but getting drunk wasn't on his to do list. The question caused a faint smile to curve on his lips.  "My name is Shayde. To put it simply, I'm the boss around here. At least in this sector. Outside of those limits however, I'm just another face on the streets." He shrugged his shoulder, "I'm here to help you until we get you settled in, and then you will be on your own. I know everything about this place, I was born here."<br/><br/>Shayed held his stare on the young woman, "you're different, you know. Usually there are tears or even anger as a person learns of their death. To know the people they made connections with won't be seen again for years to come." He shook his head, "you're empty. Why?"