Finnegan tore his eyes from the diminutive Junkeress in the leather outfit. There was something there....something...he couldn't put his finger on.
He smiled genuinely as the gentleman approached the table. "Oy! lookit this stuffed shirt!" he grinned. "Oi'll bet tha' suit cost ye a pretty penny, an' sure."
He glanced at Dekker, to be sure he'd checked this dapper fellow properly.
Declan's nod reassured him, and he offered his hand as the gentleman took a seat.
"Name's Finnegan, laddy. Tim bleedin' Finnegan. Welcome ter Invergordon. First round's on th' house an' Oi'll spot yer first ante. Ye got a name, or just a shiny suit an' an expensive tailor?"
His cheshire cat smile was broken only by the flicking of his eyes to the Junker named Sarah.
Something about her was niggling at the back of his mind.