August stared blankly back at Mae, his glowing eyes examining his new comrade. He took her hand, almost completely engulfing it in his larger one. "I believe that was November," he responded quietly, his voice still seeming to rumble throughout the area. A duo of new voices attracted the large teen's attention, as he turned his predatory gaze on the twins that were skipping over to November.<br/><br/>His hand was still wrapped around Mae's as he turned around, looked at her for a few seconds, and slowly pulled his hand away. He absentmindedly wondered about her specialization. Stealth, perhaps? Maybe she was another combat specialist, which was a possible explanation for the handcuffs. He contemplated asking but instead kept his amber eyes trained on her, observing each movement, analyzing each action. Soft whirrs sounded as he flexed his mechanical hand, splitting the fingers out slightly, or rotating his wrist in angles that would be impossible with an organic hand.<br/><br/>Finally he tore his gaze away, turning away from Mae. "It was nice meeting you," he mumbled stepping away from the majority of the crowd, taking in every detail of the gathering with the eyes of an apex predator. He formulated plans on what he could do to kill everyone should the situation arise. The twins and November were relatively small, though most likely very agile. It would only be a matter of catching them, then snapping their spine or neck. The man in the metal suit would probably be his greatest challenge. He'd find out how powerful Mae was soon enough, he figured, so until then he'd remain wary and distance himself. It would be for the best if he ever had to kill these people.