He followed them, the scales clinking ever so slightly as he walked. he opened and closed his clawed hands, eyes orange, a bit more afraid again, now that they were in the halls where other people might see them. Might see him. Would any of them have a gun? He did his best to keep the emotions off his face, unaware that it took little effort; his eyes however... that was a lost cause, not that he had anyway to know it. His eyes were dull orange, right between red and gold.