Auston watches her closely. He stands uncomfortably close to Rayna. â€œReporter with the times, ey?â€ he chuckles softly and shakes his head with disbelieve. What was a reporter doing here in Arkham for god sake? He expected them to be wiser than this. Especially with such a young and beautiful woman like her. Such a waste to be put away with guys like Auston himself. He then continues after a few seconds, â€œYou donâ€™t know what Iâ€™ve done, gal. You wonâ€™t get me out that easily.â€<br/><br/>He watches how she lowers the knife but she doesnâ€™t seem to know where to put it. He suddenly turns his back towards her and walks up to the dead man. He kneels next to him and looks at his pale face and the bruise that has formed around his throat. He was rather proud of himself, he never managed to get someone down in one move. It was strange that a person could be proud of something like that.<br/>He takes the belt of the dead man. â€œUse this as a sheath. That way you wonâ€™t have to carry it around.â€ He doesnâ€™t smile nor laugh at her, but just throws the dead manâ€™s belt at her. He then looks back at the corpse and closes his eyes, in his eyes was triumph and proud. As he got back up and walked up to her, his hands were covered with blood. It was bright on his pale skin.<br/><br/>He has not told his name to her as he didnâ€™t feel like it. He didnâ€™t trust her nor doesnâ€™t want her to know his name yet. She might as well be a god damned cop that will mess with him.<br/>Arkham has made him rather paranoid with new people. Thatâ€™s the reason why he stays alone and doesnâ€™t want to join a gang. He also doesnâ€™t rely on someone elseâ€™s help. He never did.<br/><br/>It slowly started raining. It started off with sprinkling but after a short time the rain started pouring down. The blue sky has been replaced by dark grey clouds and it has become colder.