the short man takes off his expensive headset and grabs one of his own brand drinks. He turns to you with a bit of a scowl but then turns it into a grin, although you could tell it wasn't a genuine smile at all. It wasn't gentle, it did not seem familiar at all nor was it comforting. It almost seemed like the grin was out of malice, or a bit condescending. He steps closer to you, acting as if he was intimidating you

"What's up, are you a JFutz fan? Is that why you're here? In my house?"