Mark got out two plates and forks, setting them down on the table, one before Helga and the other where he sat, opposite her. He rubbed the bridge of his nose, "Eager you said?" He made sure to note that down. "I used to work as the custom's security officer at that city. Tropical climate, very sticky, it wasn't pleasant. The humidity made the heat much more noticeable." He paused for a second, tapping his finger on the top of the wooden table. "It won't be resolved just like that. Not until an aggressive measures are taken. As of now, they seem only to be reacting to events." He picked up a scrap book and flipped through it, it was filled with newspaper clipping of various Nocturne reports. "There," He said, pointing at a recent clipping, "some creature appeared and began attacking people at night."<br/><br/>He did not care if this was unsettling news for her as one should know what is going on instead of being ignorant to the world's events. "You youngsters should really keep up to date with the news. You don't want to wake up one day and find zombies crawling everywhere over the countryside without you even being able to get ready for it, do you? No one ever wonders of the possibilities of the extremes happening-" He caught himself at this point, "But I digress. Tell me more about these newcomers, from what I know, they make me uncomfortable to even know they are present in the town."