Oh someone noticed the cape and cowl, a head of silver hair tipped up seeing the outline at the ceiling, the mask doesn't hide the lower half of his face, all he does is give half a smirk before continuing for a moment to stand next to the others, he was one of the last to step forward, lifting a hand up to motion the cowled woman down.

"If you came to speak. Come speak." He had no idea it was anyone he might know, but the blond hair reminded him of a close shade the same slipping through a window in a far to hot house. He didn't have time for fond memories though, the revolution would not be televised.