[ As Omega looks around, Alberto runs a hand through his head fins and then his arms, trying to get rid of any extra water clinging to him. Again, no luck, the scales remain. He still doesn't look human and can't figure out why.

A lightning bolt followed by loud thunder makes him jump, tail tensing up like a startled cat. He glares at the sky before his attention turns towards Omega. ]

Better to move further into the shop. There might be more dust, but it will also be less windy and loud. [ He wants to look around and see if there's anything useful to be found: a blanket, food, a cool knife... ] So, uhm. You're not...scared of me?