In the dimly lit Stardrop Salon, the low hum of conversation surrounds Shane as he nurses a beer, his eyes lost in thought. A fleeting smirk accompanies his dry quip when greeted, revealing a gruff exterior.

In the corner of the salon, occupying a bar stool. A solitary figure amidst the vibrant hum of conversation. Away from the lively crowd, a barrier separating him from any conversation.

"I'm surprised you're still trying to make friends with me. Haven't I been rude enough to you yet?"