Cosmetic guy leaned lazily on his stand, whistling along to some jazz melody playing on train station. He was watching the teammates swarming and how they upgraded their train for their score. You can tell, he was kinda bored. But now he sees you approaching and straightened up, standing up in a confident stance and putting his hands on his hips. "Yo, bud! Come to buy something? I have some things in stock. You can get weapon, skins, skin for weapon, emotes and stickers! Sounds tempting, ya?"