Bran had regretted volunteering for that stupid Neighborhood Watch about five minutes after he'd done it, and it had been a primarily impulsive decision based on annoyance and frustration. He really didn't give a damn about anyone in the building except Lotte, and he knew one of the people they were watching for was the man who'd tortured Ella - him.
Luckily enough, no one knew enough to associate Ella's torture with the man in 1106 named Trevor. They might have suspected Erik now, particularly because of the effect his voice had upon the vines, but no one knew he was Erik yet either. If he played his cards right, no one would have to know for quite a while. Now was the time to become Trevor, who was not Erik or Bran, but instead was a regular friendly guy just trying to help out in a situation he didn't fully understand.
Once he saw that he would be on watch with Lotte, however, he stopped regretting his decision. This was his chance to get to know her as a normal person, when she wouldn't be afraid of him or trying to placate him with reassurances and lies. By the time he left his apartment, clad in a plain blue shirt and jeans, the scars on the left side of his face were practically invisible. The only way she would have known that there was something not quite right compared to the right side of his face was if she stood very close and stared. Since he doubted she would be doing that, there was no reason at all for her to think he had any kind of disfigurement. His shirt hid the ones on his arm and chest perfectly, so he didn't even need to worry about that.
He grabbed a small flashlight, a cell phone, and at the last moment shoved a small retractable knife into his pocket. The likelihood of anything happening was slim, but he wanted to be prepared just in case. As he made his way down to the lobby, he prepared himself for the act he was about to put on. Bran wasn't sociable or friendly by any means, but he was skilled in the art of imitation. All he had to do was take what he'd observed and imitate it, resulting in Trevor Collins, a nice guy. He was halfway down the last set of stairs when he heard Lotte's voice cautiously call out, and he was careful to move into the lobby slowly so he didn't surprise her. "Hi. 1206, right?" His voice was a safe medium between the gruff one he'd used in the catacombs and his usual one, which Ella had the privilege to hear. It was normal, bland, and unassuming; a rather forgettable voice overall. "I'm Trevor - we've talked over the forums a few times." He smiled a very un-Bran like smile, extending a polite hand.