Rorschach gave Lestat a long, steady look. His inkblots hung about the area of his face beneath where his eyes lay as he did so, as if the black spots represented his keen gaze. "You'll have to work to discover any of mine." Not that he hadn't already given up a bare handful of them just in this conversation. But Rorschach was definitely an iceberg. 90% of what made him up lay beneath the surface.

After all, only one person in this entire town had seen him without his face, and only then because he'd needed medical attention. He trusted the doctor enough to keep that secret to himself. Everyone else? Not so much.

The cold was beginning to set into his bones now. He got back to his feet, the grace in his movements rather at odds with the strange way he acted and dressed. He shook off the snow that had been accumulating on him and stamped his feet a little to help get some warmth back into them. He gave a nod to Lestat. "I'm off. Got to keep an eye on this town. Something always seems to be happening around here."