Charlie looked over towards Damien. He might have jumped had he not heard the young voice first. That was a relief... no need to quickly stub out the cigarette. That happened at school far too often but that was part of the joy of living on their property. And of course living under their strict standards and rules.
Damien seemed pretty well presented. Good taste in clothing, if not a bit odd looking to Charlie. A bit more modern than he was used to. Perhaps it was the silk shirt... But he had an air of confidence about him that Charlie appreciated.
"Yeah, it's Nuwanda" he smiled, holding out a hand to shake the others in return. A strong hand shake, something instilled in him since he was a boy growing up. Of course, technically, he still was a boy...
"So, you ready to take a look around?" he asked with an air of cool excitement. He was more than ready. He wanted to be inspired, find some new things to resurrect the Dead Poets Society. Maybe books or... just some sort of random thing. A picture or... anything really! He had no idea what to expect.