As more people arrived, Nathaniel studied each of them in turn.  First there was the cripple, a young man not much older than Nathaniel himself, but at first glance that man didn't look at all threatening.  Dressed in ratty looking clothing, and using a cane that wasn't for show at all, he definitely did not look all that dangerous.  But looking around the room, looks could be very deceiving if his own right arm was any proof.  This cripple was probably very dangerous in some way.  The sweat from just moving around didn't help make him look dangerous at all though.<br/><br/>At the mention of the letter from the well-dressed-man, Nathaniel reached down into his right cargo pocket and pulled the letter out that had been hand delivered to him earlier that week.  But before he could speak up again that door opened to admit another young looking woman, but this one definitely stood out and drew attention.  Well, at least drew most male attention.  She did not look ordinary like the first woman that had been here, and not anorexic and thin like the punk-rock looking girl in the corner near the sleeping thing.  And by her clothing she seemed to show off her body as the duster she was wearing was open to show off her figure under it.  Even he couldn't keep his eyes from lingering along her waistline, her stomach and her very nice chest.  If it wasn't for the goth makeup he would say she was the most attractive woman here.<br/><br/>But talking of her clothing, it looked heavily washed, and since she was carrying no bags at all, Nathaniel made a guess as to why.  Maybe it was her only set and she washed it only when she needed to.  It was also well worn too that helped his guess that it was her only set.  While he was studying her he noticed the punk-rock girl in the corner study the new woman as well, and especially look at the cigarette before purposely looking at the odd furry thing in the corner.<br/><br/><span style="color: SeaGreen">“Different is a good way to put it, dangerous for other people is another.”</span>he said, not at all really rising to the comment from the punk rock chick about the sense of fashion, he had been trying to dress to keep people from really getting close to him, thus why he completely disregarded military Dress and Appearance standards by mixing his uniform with normal cloths.  Ok, he couldn't really resist the small smirk at punk-rock's suggestion of cheery hugs and greetings, but it disappeared quickly at the pain of his right arm got annoying again.  He didn't show it outwardly the constant pain from the wrapped arm.<span style="color: SeaGreen">“The only one here who seems cheery is her... and maybe her”</span>the first her he indicated with a head nod toward the hunchback redhead, the second toward the ordinary looking girl sitting on the table.<br/><br/>But when the smell of the cigaret reached Nathaniel's nose he snorted a bit and rubbed his nose with the black cloth on his right arm before looking over at Helga, not afraid at all with how dangerous she seemed to think she was.<span style="color: SeaGreen">“One request for you, please put that thing out while indoors or at least in whatever common areas this place has.  The smell is obnoxious.”</span>he said toward Helga, his arms crossed over his chest as he leaned against the wall next to his own bags.  Of course she probably never even heard his speak as she walked right through the entry hall and into the next room, ignoring the sign.  His thoughts hovered around<i><span style="color: SeaGreen">'She is going to be a problem if she can't listen to basic directions, or can't read English.</span></i>' The letter he had received was still in between his fingers.  There he went, making enemies of people who must had special abilities, at least none would be close to him.  But he had to make an enemy out of the most attractive one in the group...<br/><br/>Darion looked over at the ordinary girl when she asked what people could do.  He thought about answering that question but he couldn't really think of a good explanation for his powers that came from his right arm.  And on top of that, he had not even the slightest clue as to what had happened to cause the crater at that research instillation that he had destroyed, had had no idea what it was the crystals created.<span style="color: SeaGreen">“Can't explain what I can do, and don't know a name for it.  I am sure we will end up seeing everyone's powers sometime soon.”</span><br/><br/>Finally the last person arrived, and by his appearance, the most nonthreatening looking man in the room.  Of course the timid smile he had on his face seemed to accent the nonthreatening appearance of this young man.  The odd eyes though were a little weird and drew some attention.  But past that he was rather unassuming.<span style="color: SeaGreen">“We have yet to see if it is going to be a pleasure.”</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>