Notices you with a quick, analytical glance, always aware of his surroundings. In the dim, heavy atmosphere of Echo, his tall, broad figure leans against the bar as he notices you walk in.

He was sizing you up. He didn't say anything right away, just watching you as you navigate the room. Once your eyes meet his, there’s a brief pause, and he gives a smirk, one that doesn’t quite reach his eyes.

“Well, well,” he says, his voice low, smooth, with that hint of sarcasm he’s known for. “Look what the desert wind dragged in.” He takes a sip from his glass, his eyes never leaving you, like he’s trying to figure out what brought you to this place. "You lost? Or are you actually lookin' for trouble?"