He kept himself tucked and hunkered down, legs folded under him in such a way that he could very well spring out of the place he'd hidden himself. Patient as if he'd laid out a trap, but more in a way testing, waiting to see just how willing this was all to go. Didn't doubt that tricks used could be spotted, but just how well would or wouldn't they be followed.

Eyes could train on and follow that smoke, the glow of them well hidden behind that shaded visor of his. Blended strangely well in to the shadowed darkness of cover his spot provided him despite his color- or maybe it was the color of the hooded jacket that aided him there.