Ivan is, for those who know how to see, a monster in a monstrous city. He's too old to be very practiced at looking human, in mannerisms if not in external features, and in Baedal he seldom tries. He usually remembers to pretend to breathe, even when he's not smoking, but he's too still, and he wears his persona like a costume that amuses him slightly. Tall and neat and stylish, he is browsing in the back of the shop (which, because of the layout, blocks a significant chunk of books).

He likes Verbatim; he finds it quaint, and he is something of a cat person. Cats don't need you, which is generally comforting. One is investigating his shoe, but he pays it no mind.

There is no blood on him, but there might as well be.

As Alice comes near, he moves a bit. "Did you need to get to anything?"