[ Damon's observer doesn't look convinced. He looks the opposite, in fact. He stands silent and stock still in the snow about five feet away, orange eyes narrowing a little from above the scarf pulled up to his nose. All in all, it's a very judgmental picture.

... Which it isn't, in truth. That would just be Eshkol's face doing its thing. He's actually intensely curious about the appearance of this newcomer, all blue and human-shaped while clearly not human. It's fascinating. But a judgmental look is what a resting bitch face gets you, so here they are. He doesn't respond to Damon's excuse, and he certainly doesn't move. He just stares. ]