[He didn't waste time heading over towards the crowd, looking casual and vaguely interested, just to the left side of Nate. Some form of habit. The crowd was definitely lively, but there was a furtive feeling. Like they were all in danger of being caught with their hands in the proverbial cookie jar.
He shoots Chloe a look, shrugs broadly with a slight shake of his head, and then turns to the nearest stranger, a greasy, skinny guy with mis-matched dreads and a studded vest with a bunch of colored lines on the back. Sully's going to guess it's a flag of some sort.
He fishes a cigar out of his pocket and lights it, easy as pie.]
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He shoots Chloe a look, shrugs broadly with a slight shake of his head, and then turns to the nearest stranger, a greasy, skinny guy with mis-matched dreads and a studded vest with a bunch of colored lines on the back. Sully's going to guess it's a flag of some sort.
He fishes a cigar out of his pocket and lights it, easy as pie.]
Hey pal, what brings you here?