Ryan's eyes adjust quickly to the change in light, nostrils flaring slightly at the new scents. He recognizes the accent easily, mood lightening a shade now that he has some idea where he is. He sweeps over those present in the bar before turning to the lady who spoke to him, meeting her eyes while blinking. He's quite aware that this is new territory, and he licks his lips before offering a small, close-lipped smile to the 'tender. It's in no way sincere, but neither is it false.
"Good afternoon, madam," he offers, not hiding his own accent. It helps with the story he thought of while on the road. "I'm afraid I'm a bit lost." That comes out slightly annoyed, but he keeps the smile on his face for the lady's sake. No reason to upset the people he's trying to get information from.
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Date: 2007-08-25 08:51 pm (UTC)"Good afternoon, madam," he offers, not hiding his own accent. It helps with the story he thought of while on the road. "I'm afraid I'm a bit lost." That comes out slightly annoyed, but he keeps the smile on his face for the lady's sake. No reason to upset the people he's trying to get information from.