"That smell? I'm  Ukrainian. We sweat vodka." He said this as if this were irrefutable truth, even though everyone here is clearly smart enough to know that that is not how it works. In truth, it was just his attempt at self-deprecating humor.  In truth, though, he had not had any to drink for quite some time; it was merely that he kept some in a canteen, on his person.<br/><br/>"And the knife... well. You get called up to do some light international traveling, off the cuff, and you don't bring a weapon with you? Brave. Or foolish." He drew out the ceramic knife, but did not actually unfold the weapon; he merely presented it for everyone to clearly see, before he slipped it into a pocket, a small clip holding onto the edge of the fabric, facilitating an easy draw if he needed it.<br/><br/>He paces around the place for a while, eventually settling into a position with his back against the wall; a position where he could see the other three, as well as the door. He chooses the position for its tactical value, rather than any comfort; which is not to say, however, that he was discomforted.<br/><br/>Other things that Rachel might note about this guy? He's not giving off any sort of body heat. Although his blood flows through his veins, and his heart pumps in a steady, healthy rhythm. "Ivan Dimchak." He finally said, offering the women a proper introduction. "I'm a Ukrainian, trained in policing, and in the middle of training for anti-terrorism and riot control, when I got a mysterious call that was a little too intriguing to not investigate."<br/><br/>It was at this point that he took the canteen from its attached position on his belt, and uncapped it. The smell of strong vodka should be noticed by everyone. He takes a few healthy pulls of the stuff, before capping it, and re-attaching it to his belt.<br/><br/>"I am guessing you, with the blood hound nose, is Rachel, da? Which means you," His gaze focuses in on Mi "Would be Mi?" He wanted to be sure; he'd rather ask a foolish question than be a fool later on.<br/><br/>"Which, I imagine, leaves us all waiting for the mysterious host to do the big unveiling, when the fourth comes, right? Or is it even more then that?" This last question was posed to Richard.