Reggie took a swig of his alchohol and looked towards the entrance of the bar, sighting the man with the cardi breather. He grinned, "'Ey, look'ee there, now thas' what I'm talkin' 'bout! Y'know, now that I think of it, you'd think Outcasts would be real good at bein' sneaky, but y'see here, girl, 'cuz of those breathers I'm usually able to hear 'em everytime." He beckoned the man over, "C'mere, yo, wer' jus' tellin' some stories-- Well, I reckon I'm jus' tellin' stories. You wouldn't happen t'have any worth sharin' would you? This little girl 'ere wont budge, says she ain't interestin'-- Well, take a goo' look at'er, I gotta say, beg t'differ. Reminds me of Corsair girls-- Those'r the best, y'know? If y'think Corsairs are crazy, their wee'men'r somethin' else!" He laughed, taking a good gulp of his alchohol. He spat on the bar, which reverberated throughout the bar.