A comedian. How... quaint. Removing his mask at this point, he figured if he was stuck, and the UN and America and JTF and The Division weren't looking for him here, there was no need to remain hidden. That was a beneficial thing at least. Aaron slowly took in every piece of information and realized he needed to do plenty of research. He had to be able to defend himself from whatever he might encounter. "Vampires, Angels, and Demons oh my." Aaron muttered into his coffee sipping at it.
Then he watched three little cream cups soar across the room. Aaron's only response was "I suppose if I shot you 5 minutes ago, it wouldn't of done anything... huh." It was more a fact, than a question. Also put in the back of his mind for future referencing. He was most at home with the environment of Ravenmoore, but the others brought ideas to his mind. He could take a vacation to a beach, and explore the dark ages of... what... Everdale? This place was royally fucked to say the least.
"Full disclosure, I am not entirely sure I want to explore for the funsies." His brown eyes locked on the other man. "I am in every way tactically at a disadvantage, and that is.." Aaron trailed looking for the word he wanted. "Uncomfortable." Sipping lightly on his coffee more. Fuck it was good. "Plus, I need to find somewhere to put my head down. What is the currency of the area? Does each area have different currencies? What about law enforcement." He tapped his pistol on his thigh. "This going to get me in trouble?