Dutch was leaning against a bar at the Saint Denis canteen, he had been talking to Arthur about things that had been happening at the camp. Anyway, he was sitting at the counter with a cigar in his hand, he didn't usually go out to bars, much less in a bar as sophisticated and advanced as the one in Saint Denis. Suddenly he notice a person sitting next to him at the bar, just looking up. "Good evening" He said, hoping the person would return the greeting.