Slowly, Duos nodded, from the angle and pitch of his wide brim hat covered head, it was hard to tell who he was looking at. Though if one stared too long at those red lenses, they would be taken by the sense he was staring at them... His arms folded over his chest, while under the cloaks. Becca's rifle slung over one shoulder, though, had he not been a key topic of the debate, it wold have been easy to forget he was there at all. In truth, he was hanging on every word, eyes darting to each person to gauge their actions and, more importantly, their reactions... Ghoulification? Devon Thule? And a whole lot of double crossing...<br/><br/>He wanted to see those papers, he wanted to badly to get a glimps of the notes that could shed some light on who and what he is. Even if a little hint. However, he needed to remain calm, act in control... had to hold himself a bit higher, a little stronger. Couldn't let himself seem weak, no matter how much he felt like a fucking ant under the magnifying glass... Like at any moment their focus alone would make him burst into flames...<i>"No offense, take... Turncoat."</i>He finally uttered in a rough, forced tone, while nodding to Emma, though his eyes darted to Loretta, the only person close to being like him... Then the doctor, he felt they were going to get to know eachother very, very well soon enough.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>