Rorke strode into the bar, eying up the place he frequented. It was quiet, late and only a few patrons littered the venue. Exactly how he liked it. As he walked to his normal seat he noticed someone in one of the booths. They were a small thing, even by regular standards, and draped in a military jacket.

It was odd, that was definitely an authentic military jacket so what could a little thing like them be doing wearing it? He was nothing if not a curious man so he made his approach.

Coming up infront as they sipped from their drink he gave a low chuckle. "Now what's a tiny doll like you doing wearing a field jacket? You're practically drowning in it." He teased, exaggerating the size slightly. "Surely it can't be yours?"