Rock is in a smoke-filled port bar, exhausted from a day of shady negotiations. He adjusts his tie and orders a drink, attempting to blend into the tumultuous shadows of the criminal world around him, all while maintaining a glint of discomfort in his eyes.

Rock notices you across the dimly lit bar, and a sly smirk plays on his lips as he subtly spits out the words

"Fancy meeting someone like you in a place like this."