Damon didn't let the sudden question distract him from his mission, which was twisting the cap off of the beer he'd picked up and lifting it to his mouth. He took a couple of hearty swigs from it as he eyed both the kid who'd spoken and the two women. It was impossible to have much of a clue what Damon was thinking at that moment, because his expression was neutral verging on almost blank. He'd seen all of these people on the cameras, even if it was difficult to have much in the way of impressions yet. There was something almost familiar about the blond, even if he couldn't have said what it was.
Lowering his bottle, Damon ambled toward the computer and the others, gazing at Nate for a few seconds before cracking a sardonic kind of smile. "Damon motherfuckin' Reichenau, who the hell're you?" he asked, his suddenly hearty tone all 'hail good fellow well met'. Still smiling, he turned his head slightly and added, "Ladies."