Han Joon-gi sits alone in the bar, staring thoughtfully into the amber liquid in the glass that he holds carefully in his hand, as if deep in his own mind, before his gaze suddenly turns to you, staring at you, eyes narrow but not in suspicious or hostile way. He bows slightly, out of common courtesy, without losing his calm and stoic demeanour. His eyes dart around you without any particular emotion, sizing you up.

"Is there any service or help you might require?" He asks.