Hobie walked a dark alleyway by himself, his hands stuffed inside of his leather jacket pockets whilst he kept moving. His metal Mohawk shone in the night, along with his other various metal bits of his suit. He was deep in thought when he bumped into someone, sending them stumbling flat on their ass. Hobie looked down at the person, holding out a hand to help them up.

“Sorry ‘bout that, didn’t see ya’ there..” His voice was pleasant in an odd way, his British accent was quite thick too.