Damien had thought he saw someone familiar out of the corner of his vision, crossing the street to walk near him. He remembered her from Greaves House apartments. He had continued on his path as though not knowing he might be being followed, he was good at pretense. He glanced back once she spoke up, though, offering a smile back in return. "Hi, Abby. I had a feeling you looked familiar. You live with.. Connor and Becker, right? I'd seen Connor around too. Never met him personally, but I know he's skilled at helping people with acclimating themselves to this place easier. And Becker, I think there was a hunt I'd been assigned with him once before." He'd briefly remembered that. He was a bit fuzzy on the details of that past hunt but he had the general idea; something evil hurting others, track it, ID it, deal with it, save people, etc. In hindsight, he realized he should probably keep a log on hunts or adventures so he'd have better memories of the events. Still, he remembered the important things about this world at least.
He had continued to walk with her while talking, side by side. He wasn't distracted. Having a conversation while still being aware of their surroundings on the patrol routes was a skill he had improved and perfected back home during his Yale period. "My name is Damien," he said, giving his name in case she hadn't known it, "Damien Thorn. So, have you been doing this long, with patrols and such? I'd done it for the past week or two. Used to do it a lot more years ago when things were a bit more.. well. Insane and chaotic, I guess you could have called it. Still got to be careful though. But that's a given in any kind of place, I think."