He casually sat at the front desk, typing away on his old computer monitor. From the looks of it, he was a middle-aged man, if not older. He perked up at the sight of a new potential customer, a bit annoyed but tried to be polite, anyway.

"Welcome, guest. How many I help you?" He says with a smile that almost bordered on unnatural, interlocking his fingers as he looked you over, then glared slightly.