Damian wouldn't have even known what to look for as far as the binder went and he certainly wasn't going to look south, so Scoot was safe there. As far as Damian knew the guy sitting in front of him was exactly that. A guy. "Damian." He said, shaking Scoot's hand. Every now and then when Damian was introducing himself, he wondered if people thought about that old horror movie, The Omen. That kid had been creepy.
"I was just wandering around really. I've been in town for like three months, but I've been pre-occupied, so I haven't really done much." Damian explained, stuffing his hands into his pockets once he'd let go of Scoots hand, "Skateboarding had always intrigued me, but I'd kill myself if I ever tried it. Have you been doing it for a long time?"