Just as Mi had observed the arrival of Rachel, Ivan observed Mi's arrival. He had managed to arrive in that tender sweet spot of time between the two girls, but, he had postponed entering the place for a brief stake out.<br/><br/>He had,  like Mi, not come straight to the warehouses. Rather, he had come from a spot, on foot, two blocks away, and he had been casing the joint. Rachel is likely aware of the fact he's around, but outside the building.<br/><br/>He waited a full five minutes after Mi had entered before going in himself. She didn't seem like the ambushing type, and she herself did not seem to have been ambushed within. Though he was still wary, as this whole adventure to get out to Cardiff itself was a bit too clandestine for his liking, he made his approach.<br/><br/>He entered the building, clad in black, no-name shoes that used velcro rather than lace. The pair of denim jeans he wears is standard blue in color, and a few years old; though kept in good condition, its faded in some places, and several patches and sloppy stitch work attest to the fact that the article of clothing has seem some abuse.<br/><br/>Covering his upper body was a plain black t-shirt, over which was a threadbare and ratty looking green hoodie [much like in his picture]/ The hood is currently drawn up in such a way as to partially obscure his features, while minimizing loss of vision.<br/><br/>If Rachel focuses in on him, she might notice just the faintest glint of ceramic in his right hand, concealed as it is within the sleeves of the hoodie. A folding pocket knife. It was seven inches long, currently folded in on itself.<br/><br/>She is also likely to be able to catch the whiff of vodka coming from a canteen that is attached to his belt. Their is also the faint trace of gunpowder still clinging to him, though even for the girl with sharpened senses, this would be difficult to detect, due to how many days its been since he last handled a gun.<br/><br/>Mi may get the initial calm impression the man that enters seems to have, but because of her gift, she probably realizes that calm on the outside or not, he is very guarded. One might call him paranoid, except he has so many very good reasons to be wary of this place, and this situation.<br/><br/>Also, she might pick up that while he is not tired in the least bit, he is somewhat twitchy and energetic; in the way that a man gets when he has consumed a large amount of espresso in the past few hours. Rachel might smell that, too, mixed in along with the gun powder, strong liquor; though their is a noticeable absolute lack of both sweat and antiperspirant/deodorant scents. That's just plain odd.<br/><br/>"I apologize for my tardiness," He says, his accent thick, but not to the point of slurring words. He speaks with the sort of hesitancy that comes with someone who has to actually think before speaking, translating things in his head. "A flight delay." He offered in explanation, and while both girls might be able to note that he is a damn good liar, and could fool most people most of the time, he is, in fact, lying about this point. He is late because he was watching the place.<br/><br/>He had already looked over the girls, briefly, and wagered that they posed no threat to him. The man, meanwhile, gets most of his attention; the girls, he keeps in his peripheral. He positions himself in the room in such a way that he could watch them all, without having to move his head one way or another, except in the slightest of ways. "I take it you're in charge? I must admit, I am hoping that their is a good reason why I am here, and not going through my tests to join the Berkut (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Berkut_%28Ukraine%29)." It is obvious, to all, that he is hoping for a damn good explanation, and sooner rather than later.