The moment she starts to turn, and he realizes his element of surprise is about to disappear, he leaps from the ledge and straight down to the concrete. He catches himself in a roll, landing in a crouch and extending his scythe, his psionic aura channeling into the weapon and forming its blade with a threatening hum.

He didn't bring his cloak with him. The only thing covering him is a black body suit that looks like it must be made out of some kind of biotech, and subtly lined with red. Beneath a fringe of wild black hair, he wears a red coronet, with the sign of the Sufferer resting in the middle.

He's already on edge from being pursued, a combative growl on his breath, but when her image actually sinks in...

He pauses, his expression becoming disbelieving - almost offended.

His questioning demands die on his tongue.