And struggle he wanted to, but if they got into a brawl in the museum that would end bad. Plus, he didn't care for hurting woman. He had a mother and sister out there somewhere. Men he doesn't mind gutting, girl's they're mostly safe.

"This is some bullshit." He grumbled. The looked up to the letters on the walls. "B's this way." The very direction she had pointed him and he started walking. "Because I fucking sound Danish. It doesn't mean I am." He spoke in utter annoyance. He had refused to tell anyone anything about himself besides what the Authorities had informed when he was enrolled. He was prepared to stab a telepath if he caught one in his head.

And despite all this, as he walked he spoke a tidbit. "I left home when I was five." Left home, it wasn't exactly a lie.