Tectus was never impressed with the living standards in these parts. During his reconnaissance of this part in particular, he had guessed that the number of dead left on the streets were nearly as numerous as the street thugs. He had, for obvious reasons, concealed his artificial arm with a spray of synthetic material. While he had been aware of being tailed by a single individual for an instant, he did not make any signal to show that he knew he was being followed. What had confused him was that his shadow made no attempt to close the distance. Probably a snatch thief waiting for him to pull out a pack of cigarettes or something like that.<br/><br/>He had worn a sick mask over the lower half of his face. He did not need to bring some plague from the dying back. He rubbed his chin as he remained in thought, his feet skirting around puddles of liquid towards where he had known the bar to be. There was a splash behind him and he turned, confirming that the snatch thief had broken into a run, away from him. Left to guess what happened, he turned his gaze forward and found himself staring at the wrong end of a revolver. Instinctively his head jerked to the side as his artificial arm clamped down on the weapon and turned it away from him. He twisted his assailant's arm, throwing him to the ground and claiming possession of the weapon. Upon checking, it had three remaining rounds in the chamber. The first two went into his assailant's knees, the last was left with the revolver as he tossed it back to the man.<span style="font-style: italic">If he was smart, he would keep the bullet for himself. Instead of-</span>There was a gunshot and a bullet whizzed past him.<span style="font-style: italic">Instead of trying to hit something when you can't aim and hope it connects.</span>Tectus massaged his neck and twisted it from side to side should there be anyone attracted by the sound of gunshots.<br/><br/>------<br/><br/>"Joseph." Tectus stated simply when the bartender decided to start trying to stare him down. Perhaps he should have acted offended, more aggressive perhaps? But that did not matter, he was no here to start a fight with some obese creature, there was plenty of that in the training grounds. He followed him, the spewed profanities barely noticed as he guessed of the possibilities of what may lie in store.<br/><br/>He entered the room the moment it was shown to him, the obnoxious barkeep forgotten the moment he had outlived his usefulness. He took a seat to the side, away from the window and door of the room.