"Mm… it’s you again." Kenny grunted a greeting after taking a sip of his whiskey. The scent and haze of second hand smoke was thick in the air inside the bar the two found themselves in. Kenny had an unreadable expression on his face and a sharpness in his silver eyes as he glanced at the familiar stranger, though he said nothing more as he turned his attention back onto the bartender as he requested a refill.