[The sound of forced cheerfulness rings out a tad too loudly through the room, and a seat is literally kicked out with one casual boot for Hans without looking at him. The man he's decided to sit with has made no attempt to blend in; he's still dressed in the same dripping coat he arrived in, feet casually up on the table and attempting to light a cigarette with not much success, considering it's been soaked like everything else has.]
What, you think there's gonna be a fight? [He makes a few more valiant attempts he gives up in disgust, tossing the lighter onto the table.] Can't blame you. Gotta say, the atmosphere 'round here ain't the most welcoming. Actin' like I offed their Grandma, but I'd have prolly remembered if that's the case.
[He glances up at Hans, shades covering his eyes.] And you don't look the type.
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[The sound of forced cheerfulness rings out a tad too loudly through the room, and a seat is literally kicked out with one casual boot for Hans without looking at him. The man he's decided to sit with has made no attempt to blend in; he's still dressed in the same dripping coat he arrived in, feet casually up on the table and attempting to light a cigarette with not much success, considering it's been soaked like everything else has.]
What, you think there's gonna be a fight? [He makes a few more valiant attempts he gives up in disgust, tossing the lighter onto the table.] Can't blame you. Gotta say, the atmosphere 'round here ain't the most welcoming. Actin' like I offed their Grandma, but I'd have prolly remembered if that's the case.
[He glances up at Hans, shades covering his eyes.] And you don't look the type.