A little kindness goes a long way. At least it seemed to with this one. Despite all that, Raphael couldn't hide the contempt from his face when he saw the tattoo. He really was dealing with scum this day, but...scum that caught the eye of an Inquisitor. This alone deserved some respect.<br/>Raphael chuckled at the introduction.<br/>"Nobody? Oh! I know that one! 'Who shoot you?' - 'Nobody.' - 'Oh then you're fine.' ...classic", Raphael grinned widely, "...fine. I'm Raphael Azazel Ignatius Leviathan Tyranus Megas Van De Luitvegen III...please don't make me list my honorary and hereditary titles as well."<br/>Finally the girl in the carapace armor spoke...even though just a little. Poor woman. He stuck out, but she...she just was plain wrong here. Well...it was a priests job to help lost sheep. Raph smiled at her pushed the bottle closed so she could get a look.<br/>"Fancy a drink? It's...by no means a gleece, but...the vintage is...surprisingly fine. Probably the best you can hope for in a place like this", he told her with sigh, then leaned closer and whispered, "It helps ignore the smell."