[i]"Currently? No, just... Well don't anger anyone. Beautiful woman like you should have no issues," Treyman flirtatiously remarked, as he looked over to her. He definitely did look rather out of place in a civilian environment, though not at all for Dojo standards. Adorned in a tiger-striped cloak that reached his knees, with the hood up and an orange mask covering his face, one eye with a black crosshair while the other had a red circle around it, he looked at the newcomer with his arms folded and him leaning against the stony wall. He had a belt on his hip over the cloak that matched his black bandolier, the latter holding bullets, while the former held around seven weapons. A set off four revolvers - Red, white, blue, and Fallout's Ranger Sequoia - arranged perfectly on the left side, while the right held two hilts for HardLight Blade Emitters in between the silver shoto hilt for a lightsaber, with a red crystal inside. On his back was an AntiMatter assault rifle next to a sniper rifle of the same variety, and a man-sized Bolter rifle that was issued by an old friend, like most of his gear. That also explained his unnaturally broad shoulders - Obviously from the armour he bore, that of an Astartes Space Marine's Scout gear. "Though in all seriousness, things are pretty calm inside." [/i]