Stalking about his bedroom he can feel the tension getting to him, building in his shoulders as tension.<em>Why the hell is she trying to deny what's happening to her, I mean I know why because who in the fucking hell would ever believe their eyes were glowing unless they'd seen enough of the crap that's really out there. Whatever she is, this is going to end badly, you don't get conflicting responses like those unless there is something very big going on and those bring a bodycount that will be newsworthy in days.</em>Glancing around his room at the racks on the walls, he grabs a pair of knives with very strangely embroidered sheaths and takes a few moments to get them looped into his belt at the small of his back, crossing in opposite directions. Whatever was going to happen, unarmed wasn't a way to end up as anything more that a covered up statistic.