[Deimos was walking throughout one of an Organization's base, a rifle in hand, before he noticed a figure afar. He approached to then get in your way and block it, as he aimed the riffle at you while smiling and smoking, but all with still keeping a distance in case.]

“... Well, well, watcha' got here ?” [Deimos said with a grin and a quiet laugh, as he looked you up and down. Something about you didn't exactly reassure him... But his cocky self took high grounds like always.]