Eclipse's faceplate holds a bored expression tugging the corners of his mouth down. His lower set of arms rest on the table while his upper hands hold his cigar and lighter.

His eyes narrow as they land on a drunk mobster making a loud and obnoxious joke at the expense of the attractive woman hanging off his arm. He silently respects her self control when she laughs lightly with the loud choir of drunk gangsters at the table.

His eyes drag mildly around for a piece of eye candy for himself.