Viktor knew everyone who walked through the doors of the speakeasy, few as they might've been. So his curiosity — as well as his suspicion — became piqued once someone he did not recognize came in.

That is, until he recalled Mitzi mention that a new hire she'd found would be arriving to get their bearings, and this visitor seemed to match the criteria - they wore the Lackadaisy pin, after all. They wouldn't have even made it past the threshold if they hadn't been.

"Vitajte." he curtly greeted in a deep, Slovakian rumble, polishing a glass as this new face sat themselves down onto a barstool. "You are, eh... vhat vas vord Mitzi used... 'greenhorn', yes? Hmm. Maybe you vill show promise, if vhat Mitzi says of you is true."