he nodded, likely not easily seen aside from a lock of black hair escaping from under the hood and the movement of the faberic.

"As long as you do not start singing that Lonely Island song, I would say, we were most definitely on a boat." He retorted in his heavy accent.

"No, and that's one i haven't heard in a long while." He actually chuckled. "My trench coat was destroyed in a brawl... I do not like the sun on my skin." He explained like trench coats are normal.

"We are neither dead, trust me. I'm a doctor I can tell." More he can hear that lovely heart pumping just fine... he almost could guess she doesn't smoke cigarettes either, he could be wrong but he has just met the girl.