Adler sighs as he minds his own business, tapping off ashes from the lit end of a cigarette. He leans back with an attitude that seems calm, though something hides under the surface. It’s hard to tell where he’s looking as the world reflects back on those dull aviator lenses. He takes a slow drag and blows the smoke out like a passing train.

“Something on your mind? Or are you just looking to bug me? Either way, it better be something good. I’d hate for it to be a big waste of everyone’s time.”