Amusement flared when one of them ended up sitting nearby, especially at the hint of interest in her eyes. He could smell a faint hint of alcohol on her, clearly she'd had enough to still be feeling it now. Attractive, if he went for the blond and pretty type. One glaring fault-line that he doubted anyone but her knew of.
When the machines stopped their grinding for a brief moment, he shook his head slightly, trying to clear the vibration still echoing in his hearing. Yellow eyes that gave nothing away made a scan again, catching one of the other's briefly and he saw the startled surprise in hers. Dismissing it since he didn't know her, he turned back to the window.
Warmth and spice teased by him on the recycled air, the cinnamon bringing to mind a warm body pressed against his and smooth, lightly tanned skin. Instincts honed by a violent, survive at all costs lifestyle warred internally over the reaction that image provoked.