Christer had fallen silent, letting her take in the room. It earned its own soundtrack, which besides being creepy, was actually nice. At least the score on this one was better. "Nature of my job. And I tend towards quiet." Christer paused, obviously considering going on with his reasons, but also obviously not sure if he wanted to. It was a long moment before he spoke again. "I don't always fit in." He was odd, with the whirls of tattoos on his skin and the general look of him, and often that wasn't considered appealing, but he was also aware that it was just something about him. Something he couldn't change