"She? Are you looking for Aiyanna?" [i]Ah, at last, something familiar... The voice would strike Talath in that way. The volume, the slight accent, the rough grittiness of the sound... Jason had walked up behind the mam he truly did consider a friend, his hands in his pockets and his grey-silver eyes focused on Talath. He was without his armour for once, left in his trademark black combat boots, a pair of navy blue jeans, and a stylish, soft grey, buttoned up blouse that only seemed to hug his hard musculature. He gave a nonchalant mock salute as a greeting, the man following closely behind Jason doing more or less the same... The still nameless guy looked a tad like the Russian, really, having the same facial structure and a similarly strong build and body. He stood over what might have very well been his dad, though, even if it was with a mere two inches -- he was bigger, but certainly not by much at all. His steely hair was left mostly unseen by the forest green beanie he wore on top of his head, serving to protect his ears from the winter cold. Similarly to Jaso, the kid wore a dark green parka with jeans and boots, whatever shirt he wore covered by the Russian wear.[/i]