The man wasn't shy, Detrius had to give him that, seemed prudent to give him some greeting in return, at the least to opem up the air somewhat.<br/><br/>Subconciously he gripped his right wrist with his left hand and started running his thumb across the veins there as he spoke, "Detrius Harper. Hi."<br/><br/>That should suffice, Nigel didn't seem to care much for actual statuses from everyone so much as make himself known, so the name and a simple greeting seemed enough.<br/><br/>Nigel's fancy attire made Detrius a bit more self-concious of his own lack of such deliberate styling, just a pair of jeans and the only shirt he had been allowed to keep, an antique brown suede shirt that had been in his family for a couple generations he had grown fond of, and a simple plastic children's bracelet the guards allowed him to wear that belonged to his sister.<br/><br/>The others in the room were more interesting to him, but as they seemed to have their share of quirks judging from their choice of appearance. One looked like the spawn of the sun and an orgy of rainbows while the other seemed her exact opposite and who could easily have been the lovechild of Vincent Price and Slyvia Plath-with better complexion however. Not that knowing these people mattered, not like they'd know each other very long.