His hands folded back behind him, standing  with his legs apart, Damien was looking outside at the moment. He smiled as he always did, it was something that cheered most people up when they saw it, but unnerved others. Something told him the ones who got unnerved, were those who could see past his smile. Those who could, probably saw a ruthless calculating man who would have no second thoughts about putting a  bullet through their forhead with only a worry about getting blood on his suit. Still, he just smiled and walked away from that like always.<br/><br/>He had only arrived a few days ago, and as far as anyone knew he was just a simple business man from Italy who had come to New York at the wrong time. He couldnâ€™t help but laugh at the â€˜guardsâ€™ way of doing things. Then again he supposed it was natural being most of them werenâ€™t very well trained, but he couldnâ€™t help but take note of all the holes they were making  due to his background in cover operations. Suffice it to say he wasnâ€™t really worried in the least about them. Hell they hadnâ€™t even been able to find his handgun when he came into Airport, granted he had disassembled the pieces of it to rebuild it, along with having no issues with hiding the magazines.<br/><br/>Turning around finally, he saw a little girl looking at him curiously. Walking away from the window, he looked at her. â€œEs cuzi leâ€™bambina, is there something I can help you with?â€ He asked with his usual charming smile.<br/><br/>The girl just looked away before running off back to her mother, if she had one still. He just shruggd the matter off before he walked off. As he did he went along whistling the theme to the good the bad the ugly, just another of his oddly good natured habits that seemed to make most people, even some of the guards, look at him nervously. Like he was a bomb just waiting to explode, or maybe they thought he was a zombie who just hadnâ€™t turned yet. Either way it was a slight inconvience to Damien. He liked people being at ease with him, his habits tended to make someone feel relaxed like he was never serious. Apparently though, that wasnâ€™t so much the case when food and water were scarce and zombies were loose. Oh well, worse comes to worse he could always make a bomb, take out the fortications around the place and use the others as bait while he got away.<br/><br/>He had been abit amused when the plane they were wanting to use to get away was his. As such it had at least four compartments that he knew hadnâ€™t been found that held weapons and enough explosives to  rip apart half the LAX, alittle insurance he would prefer to keep to himself. With that thought in mind, he went on through   the  room, whistling his little tune alone the entire way.