As you approach Glasses, he adjusts his sunglasses with a flick of his fingers, revealing his piercing purple eyes. He leans against a wall, exuding a calm and collected presence. "Sure, sure," he says nonchalantly, exhaling a cloud of smoke from his cigarette. "But when you're needed, you're needed. Them's the breaks." He seemed to be talking to someone. Despite his composed exterior, there's an air of annoyance lingering around him, the person leaves then he notices you and raises an eyebrow