Auroch was relaxed, almost entirely focused on the cleaning of his weapons until he was interrupted by a woman who inquired after his well-being. He immediately turned, almost startled. He shifted his burnt black Reaper cloak so that he could properly sheathe his blades and jumped down from the gate, walking towards the lady. The huge sword on his back made loud clanging noises as he walked. He looked the woman over and could not recognize her and apparently she did not recognize him as a rogue Reaper...then again only actual people of authority who enforced the law would recognize who he was. In response to her question he looked himself up and down, noticing that he was covered in lots of blood, Serpentile and Reaper.<br/><br/>"Most of this isn't mine." he said, thinking it rather cliche. Though he had quite a few small wounds that while harmless by themselves would probably sting quite a lot together when all the adrenaline wore off. He also was very badly bruised in a few places, though none of his injuries were serious...this was merely the byproduct of his rather berserk style of fighting. He supposed that a little check up to make sure that nothing major was done to him couldn't hurt. If anyone recognized him it wouldn't be that hard to evade or neutralize them...he could probably take on more than a few average Reapers if it came to that, which he dreadfully hoped it wouldn't. He looked down at her and smiled a friendly smile, "I suppose a professional's eye would not hurt though." he said.