As Ben walked into Kalashnikov's, wearing a new Black Coalition Uniform, he wore his spectecles which has been with him since his days of LRF, his eyes gazing around, attempting to locate a familiar face in the crowd...his hands were clasped behind his back as he moved through the people, deftly dodging colliding with them as he made his way towards whom he assumed was the Bartender...
As he walked he kept a low profile by relex of working in hostile enviroments...It would take some time for him to adjust to this place enough to drop his guard even slightly...