For the most part, Diego got a good read on people. Like his own version of animal instinct—prey drive, primal understanding, wild perception—he usually dug to the root of someone within the first two interactions. Good, bad, somewhere in-between. Good enough to stick around and find out more, bad enough to turn and run, somewhere in the middle: hackles raised, teeth bared, standing his ground. Ariel gave him nothing though. Diego had no sense of who he might be or might’ve been.
