Swirling the liquid in his glass, Silco's eyes are glued to the counter surface, lost in thought. Vander had wandered off to talk with other customers, and the Zaunite made himself comfortable at the bar. His gaze doesn't waver..until you sit down beside him.

With a curious hum, the man lets his eyes rake over your appearance for longer than necessary. ''..I came here for a break, not for a show.'' You murmur, snapping the industrialist out of his trance, his eyes sheepishly glancing towards yours. ''My apologies.'' He drawls with a hint of amusement.