<div class="floatleft">(http://blog.chosenmodels.com/wp-content/uploads/2013/01/DSC00812.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Damon Millican<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Parker Commons lobby<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Martina, Ryder, Open<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Diffusing the situation<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>I hope you didn't expect him to change in the lobby. (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=147482125)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Damon stared at Martina for a moment in mild shock, though it presented itself as a pursing of the lips and sharp exhale. He found a small moment of reprieve while he considered his reply to such an attitude, however, as yet another stranger approached the two of them. Despite looking like she was on her way to a biker bar or something similar, she was clearly making an attempt to avoid Damon and Martina escalating into a fight. Her method was... Unconventional, given the clearly tense mood between the two, but it at least provided a break for Damon to compose his thoughts.<br/><br/>"<strong>I don't think I'm up for giving the lobby a tongue bath.</strong>" he laughed, breaking into a smile, recognising the joke for what it was, "<strong>And I don't think Martina would want to delay the opening of her restaurant, either.</strong>" He finally looked the new woman up and down quickly; aside from her rather unique outfit and brusque demeanor which basically screamed "total asshole", something about her posture told him that wasn't really all there was to her. Clearly she'd gotten involved to avoid escalation, which is a fairly rare thing for a stranger to do, unless... Damon nodded slightly at her, understanding at least part of why she'd come over.<br/><br/>"<strong>Ah, but my manners.</strong>" he chided himself, turning back to Martina and extending his hand to shake, "<strong>I'm Damon, I live just a couple floors up from here. I didn't mean to sound rude, but your voice sounded unfamiliar to me, and I make a habit of checking this board every time I come and go. I was only confirming my suspicions that you were the same person as on the flyer.</strong>" He nodded matter-of-factly, as though that was in any way a not-strange explanation, before continuing, "<strong>I'm sure it's probably pretty stressful to be opening your own restaurant, but...<strong>"</strong></strong>He paused and looked Martina up and down again before smiling. "<strong>You seem like the type who will thrive on it once you're in the thick of it.</strong>"<br/><br/>His phone suddenly vibrated rather hard in his pocket as he received the reply from Jason, creating a very distinct pattern of audible buzzes as it rattled around, but he ignored it. Things were still tense, and whipping out his phone was likely to set Martina off again. "<strong>Oh, right.</strong>" he mumbled, before rubbing his temple and raising his voice to normal volume, "<strong>I literally can't tell who you are by your face. Even if the picture on this poster was crystal clear, I'd still have to ask since we'd never met before.</strong>" It probably sounded like the silliest explanation ever if Martina had never heard of prosopagnosia, but it was the easiest way to explain it, and it was the way Damon usually had the most luck. Most people would either test it right then and there, or just accept it as one of his quirks. He was, at this point, hoping either Martina or the new woman would pick the former.