Hailing from a world with superheroes a dime a dozen, Shadow felt at home in a place like this. It appealed to his animal instincts, with nature having taken over, vines giving him excellent cover on this outcropping of the building he was lounging on, behind a statue, but it also reminded him of home. Not of the rogue isles, but of Paragon City.

He watches Harry for a little while, not seeking to interfere with his explorations, he's practically invisible in this shade, behind these vines.

The boy turns his head and watches him still as he moves down the hall, knocking a few rocks down from his perch. Whoops.

Not that he's worried, the guy doesn't look dangerous.