A newcomer. Not just a newcomer, but also one that didn't look too sure about where he was. That alone was enough to tempt Michael over, the bobcat coming up beside his fellow dearly. As he sat down, the thief looked over Damiana, taking in the other's vaguely confused look. Head tilted to one side, Michael clicked his tongue before speaking softly, "Hey there, kid. You look a bit... lost." Keona had already asked the necessary questions, but the bobcat still allowed his mind to wander. It was pretty obvious Damiana hadn't meant to wind up here, so where had he been going? And where was anyone who knew him? A laundry list of various questions lingered on Michael's mind, waiting along with Keona for the other to speak up.

Left behind by his sister? That particular part of Damiana's story caused a frown to come to Michael's muzzle, and the bobcat found his heart aching with sympathy. He knew a thing or two about one's family not caring about them, but not his sister. No, Roxie loved him very much, and he knew that. Rather, it was his parents that hadn't cared about him, with their constant scolding and abuse. Part of the thief even wanted to cuss Damiana's unknown sister, but he held himself back, able to tell that the male didn't seem to hate or resent his sister. He just seemed upset that he had been left behind.

Shaking his head from side to side, the dealer introduced himself simply, "Nice to meet you, kid. My name is Michael Townley-Phillips. Some people call me Mikey, too. I'm one of the dealers in The Typhoon, along with her." He pointed one of his dark paws in Keona's direction, hesitating for a moment before he questioned Damiana, "You hungry at all? We've got a tavern full of prey, if you need something to eat after all your traveling." He didn't want to baby Damiana, but he couldn't help but feel bad for the other, especially if he had intentionally been left behind.