Dimitri nodded sheepishly as Petrov complimented him on his invention, he felt pleased to know that his invention had done well, and would allow him to haggle over a price, however the pleased feeling that warmed him quickly gave way to a sinking, somewhat sould crushing feeling as he watched Eldric and Petrov mourn the loss of the late Pvt.Dane. "He was a good man, he fought hard, n-" "[i]Did somebody say DIMITRI!?[/i]", Dimitri flinched as he was cut off by a piercing voice. As he caught sight of someone running towards him with two hosts at their back, Dimitri started to raise his rife, fearing the worst for a moment, only to be reprimanded along with the soldiers by the woman once she stopped. Dimitri's eye glowed as he scanned the Angels for a few seconds, then, the young cyborg slowly lifted his hand, "That'd be me ma'am. Dimitri Holmes, though around these parts people call me Vulcan.". He didn't quite know why he bothered to mention his nickname, perhaps it was to try and gain some semblance of normality after the invasion of the choir, or perhaps he figuring saying the name would make him feel a bit stronger, almost like the roman god himself. Whatever the case, Dimitri shouldered his rifle and flipped on the safety, "How may I help you?".