[Hn, seems like these two fools are approaching. Cross doesn't move, quite content to lean against the wall and smoke. Don't mind the creepy half-mask with a red cross on it, or the gothic-type leather-wear accessorized with rosary beads. He does stand up a bit straighter, because being six foot five he likes to take advantage of being able to look down on people.]
[He blows a plume of smoke, not exactly at them but he doesn't do much to blow it aside.]