He already picked up his stuff and changed out of that stupid hospital gown. Even though his jeans and black t-shirt aren't exactly weather appropriate, he's not bothered by the cold at all. There wasn't much for him to collect as far as personal effects--just his clothes, a lighter, and a pack of cigars. One of which he's currently snipping the end off by the only means available to him.

Unhurriedly, he examines the end of the cigar, flicks a bit more to even it out, and then finally retracts his claws with a sharp metallic snikt. To the girl in green passing by, he just gives a nod. Like there hadn't just been huge metal claws protruding from his hand. Nothing to see here.