When Eve told him to drop his weapons, Damon put up his hands, showing that they were empty. “Eve... You're a fiesty one, eh? Not holding any weapons, unless you mean this gun by my side,” he explained, pointing down toward the handgun at his waist, but then his eyes narrowed and his tone darkened a bit as he decided to call what he thought was her bluff. “But I'm not about to drop that. I've seen enough shit here to know that that's a bad idea. Look, lady,  if you want to kill me,” he gestured at her sword,  and then returned his hands to his sides, his right hand brushing against the handle of his gun, “you'll have to do a lot better than that little knife.” It was a bluff of his own, as he had no idea how effective Eve was in a fight.<br/><br/>Damon took a moment to take stock of the situation just in case a fight went down. Eve seemed confident despite her suspicions. She had been in Limbo for a while, but just how long? Considering the fact that she was wielding a freaking sword, it was likely that she was bound and therefore dangerous. The girl hiding under the table, on the other hand, wasn't likely to be much of a danger. He could probably safely disregard her if it came down to a fight. With Ose right outside, Damon decided, he was probably pretty safe.<br/><br/>As such, after making his bluff and assuming Eve didn't attack him for his lack of compliance, he quickly returned to his former demeanor. “As for why I'm here, I was just doing some urban exploring,” he said lightly, the grin he had before back on his face. “Didn't realize anyone would be in here. Sorry 'bout the door.”