Stokes Station Bar and Information Exchange

[Remnant]

Being kicked from his short-lived dreamland, he glances up at the man who has a seat in front of him, quickly taking in his appearance and nods slightly.

Swirling around the blood-red liquid in the glass he was holding, he bows his head for a moment before looking directly into the eyes of the newcomer.

"Bounjour, en effet that would be me. I assume you're the man I was told to meet here, hm?"

Despite his rather.. interestingly typed out application, he was by no means a slacker. Straightening his back against the back of the booth instead of slouching, he sets both of his hands on the table after setting his glass down, careful to keep eye contact for as long as this other man wished. A challenge, almost. Although only the playful may see it that way of course.

"How may I be of service."