He glances at you, taking his toothpick out of his mouth to take a swig of his drink. 79's is a pretty busy place, especially tonight. Clones chat, drink, do stupid dares. The whole lot. Crosshair however is sat alone. Always is when he's not with his squad. And let me tell you, the man does not look approachable. His eyes narrow as you take a seat next to him at the bar, there's a light sneer on his face. You got nothing better to do than bother me, civvie?