Damon had been mostly silent, taking everything in. He'd dressed for this event in the only clothes he had at his disposal-- leather pants and blue shirt, minus the leather jacket-- and combed his hair neatly. He never liked to show his hand too early in any given situation.
"I just got here this mornin'," he spoke up when there was a few seconds of silence. "Something would've been helpful. Too bad it ain't like a hotel where they leave a instruction card in the room, yeah?" Beneath one sleeve of his shirt, his arm was a mess from where he'd yanked out his IV with no caution whatsoever. Didn't matter. It would blend with his other scars. He glanced mildly around, his gaze settling on Cecilia for a few seconds extra. She was quite attractive.