Diago was off shooting at the firing range. He enjoyed keeping his skills sharp for the arena. His keen hearing picked up on footsteps moments before the sharpshooter fired the slugthrower rifle in his hands.

"Fancy seeing you here. When did you get here?"

Diago smiled. He turned his head towards you. With Miraluka only posessing vestigial eye sockets, he could not see you and vice versa, but he would recognize your presence anywhere.