As the man exited the car his hand left right hand unconsciously slipping to his right pocket checking for his keys, it was a habit he had gotten into years earlier, after having locked himself out from one of his first labs.
That was a horrible evening, he'd come up with the idea to use the power of the building to melt the locking mechanism. So for around the next hour and change, he'd gone about stripping wires and using every spare scrap of metal he could find around the building. Patching in his makeshift electric torch took less time than most would have believed. That however much to his employers dismay had worked. He'd melted the handle, half the door, and part of the hallway he'd been standing in before the breakers all blew. It was then the security drones and fire brigade had shown up, and he had to explain how and why he did it so many times he almost forgot the properties of magnetized Mithril. After all of that misery, he left not with his keys or his experiments, but with a pink slip. That was also the first time he'd ever gotten drunk as an adult. Meandering from tavern to pub to clubs. However he had learned never to get drunk on Appletinis again. It was only a year after that massive setback, and hangover that he joined a new laboratory that ended up buying out his former employer.
Giving himself a mental shake he looked towards the doors where Veta had returned to join the mysterious stranger. His first thoughts were perhaps this was Cobra, or Julian. He'd heard their names in passing concerning Veta's past and he felt a sting of anger somewhere in his hind brain, unreasoning emotion as if he should be hurt or feel betrayal upon the one he despised behalf. Letting out a long sigh and clearing his throat loudly he spoke loudly, perhaps too loudly as he felt his voice crack "
Hi Mom" he said as he lifted his left hand up in a wave towards her. Side stepping the door and pushing it closed with his right hand. Hearing the door close with a solid click his right hand returned to his pocket feeling the keys through the cloth. As Dakkon Sammael Olorii looked at the scene before him his left eye wavered ever so slightly his little friends were readying themselves if the mysterious man was an issue. As his left hand fell from the air and slapped against his left thigh a small click could be heard on the 8.4 hz audio frequency readying himself in case the man was a mage, sure he couldn't defend against all magic, but he had enough tricks up his sleeve that he should provide a wizard enough of a challenge to prefer fighting a high demon.
Walking around the front of the car he moved towards the path that lead up to the front doors of the Blackbird and where Marcus, and Veta stood.