Damen doesn't exactly share the sentiment. The poor emergency bulb looks like it's about to die again itself. Clearly the rest of the power is still out? Well, it should be clear, but he really doesn't know. He huffs out a short breath, resting one hand over his middle, the still-healing, bandaged stab wound beneath his shirt. "Until it goes out again, I suppose," he says dryly, tilting his head to look up at it, then back at the doors.

"I thought I should make an attempt. Other people use these strange features and devices without a thought, you know?" And he hadn't wanted to stand out more than he already does.

The curtsy gets a little smile out of him. At least some here still have manners. He bows his curly head in return. "Prince Damianos, of Akielos. The pleasure is mine, despite the circumstances."