Zach groaned on his way out of the theaters front doors, followed by a small entourage of locals who were none too pleased with him. "Seriously, it's just money grabbing at this point! That and poor writing." The merc was shouted at by a particularly ridiculous looking fan of the film in question dressed up like the Kong himself, berating him for being an idiot who doesn't know anything of the finer things in cinema. Behind the discount King Kong was a pair of what amounted to yes men, who didn't really seem interested in much else other than egging on their friend, who was getting more belligerent by the word. Zach wasn't exactly fluent in Japanese but he knew  well enough when someone was deep enough in their cups, it's just a shame he doesn't know when to quit. "Giant nuke dragon, is absolutely more powerful than monkey with sharp bone on a stick. I don't care how you spin it, Kong should be a pile of ash, and the movie should be with actual kaiju, and not some American monkey fanatics idea who lives in the land before time."

The monkey man let out a shriek one hears when an idiot's switch is flipped from being dumb, to actually doing something dumb. The costumed drunk beat his chest before launching forward, wielding a prop axe and making gorilla noises at his most despised foe, the foreign critic. Though his motives were noble, and his fur well kept, his combat prowess and strength were no match for the gaijin's, and he found himself quickly disarmed, on the ground, and quite dizzy with his foe victorious above him. His back up stood dumbfounded as to how their glorious face man was defeated so soundly, and their goading ceased as they looked to each other, unsure how to continue. The Dizzy fool berated them from his place upon the earth, scrambled to his feet to save face. Now it became clear it was a three on one affair. A jab with the prop, a back hand, and a sturdy kick to the gut, resulted in a decisive victory for the green clad Godzilla fan. Zach reached down and picked up the leader from the ground, setting him on his feet and brushed the now dirty gorilla suit off a little and smiled at the bewildered man. "Now, you're going to go home with your konglings, and not be a hairy donger again, got it." He smiled, patted the other mans face gently, turned him around and gave him a light push toward his recovering allies, who quickly gathered their wits and retreated to what he presumed was a bananas tree house. He looked around afterward and noticed that some people had recorded the event and were sharing the videos with other onlookers, and he realized that he should probably move on. He did a little bow, and thanked the gods he decided to wear his hoodie and mask today, so nobody got a great look at his face. Once he was a distance away, and it seemed like nobody was following immediately after, he ducked into an alley and removed the hoody and mask, tying the hoodie around his waist and his mask tucked into his pocket. Unbeknownst to him however, the Dullahan did have someone tailing him.

Zach reacted to the sudden appearance of the stranger by jumping into a fighting stance on instinct, first thinking it was monkeyman and his crew back for seconds, then pausing mentally to process the scene. "Er...?" he replied, the confusion in his voice clearly audible. Before him stood a young woman who seemed too confident in cornering him in an alleyway, and talking about his smell. As far as he knew he didn't smell very much not having a scent and all, but then again he supposed that would smell odd to someone who could pick up on that. The woman didn't look all that familiar, and he didn't recall her face being on any active bounty hunter or assassin list recently. He relaxed a little and finally absorbed the fact that in addition to being unarmed, she was wearing a Godzilla shirt. 'She's probably some sorta local vigilante or somethin who happened to be at the same movie' he thought to himself. "You may call me Green. Look if you're here to bust me about  the chimp trio back there, they started it, and I didn't break anything other than their egos."

She also said something about being of the golden dragon bloodline?  Was that some sorta gang family around here? Was she like a Yakuza or something? No, she didn't look particularly like a local, and Yakuza generally didn't take on gaijin. Some bosses kid? Would explain her bravado chasing down a stranger like this. Then again if she was actually a dragon she'd have every right to be this confident, and her horns didn't look like the kind Eastern dragons would have, much more like western dragons, but the last name didn't ring any bells.

'Ah Shite...' Zach thought to himself, it wasn't a nick name or some hero name. This lady was a legit dragon, or at least dragonkin, which would be better but not by much. On the upside she was more curious about his race, than what he did...which now that he thinks about that, he wasn't sure if that was a good thing. "Well...I'm what's called a Dullahan." He replied shrugged, hands palms up not sure what else to say on that. "Well, maybe half but honestly doesn't seem to make a difference. Is that a problem around here?"

He really hoped that this answer please her enough to keep him on the rare side of the spectrum for a little bit longer. There wasn't even anything around for cover other than a dirty old dumpster and garbage cans, and it wasn't like he was armed. Second to last thing he needed was to get patted down by the local PD with a weapon on him. The first turns out to be getting cornered by a dragon lady with no way out.  He briefly considered grabbing a garbage can lid like a shield, but he's seen dragon's breath melt through more so he gave up that train pretty fast, and there didn't seem to by anything particularly useful nearby to arm himself. Well he could pull the old 'Spontaneous Decapitation' bit if she didn't know what he was...no wait, Gio didn't fall for that, she probably wouldn't either.

Well that was true enough. An unarmed human would be quite foolish to take a fight to the death with a dragon, unless it was quite literally their only option. Thankfully up until now he'd been armed in such situations, or at least there was a weapon nearby. But now he was out of such luck, and he mentally cursed said luck, as there wasn't much he wouldn't give right now just for a big iron at his hip. "Well my kind tend to be a bit weird and not have scents. Strange quirk of our biology." The more the dragon spoke, the less she was burning him alive. "Most humans nowadays outside my country even know what I am, and the ones at home tend to be a tad wary." Being effectively a personification of Death itself will give you a reputation to be sure.

Zach half remembered his own dragon friend mentioning he wasn't quite a fan of eating humans, either this was a different kind of dragon, or perhaps scents are what does it for this one, either way he's glad he apparently isn't all that appetizing for her. That said Giovanni did mention the same thing to him once. Weird how nobody else picks up on that, or maybe other people just can't put it into words. "I'm a male and only a male. Some people call me an Unknown." He explained in an effort to dodge her first question. If he just came out and said he was effectively a reaper or something to that effect, something told him she might fry him just for the bragging rights. Spontaneous Decapitation was still in his back pocket for how, unless she tried to assault him.