Ryan keeps an idly eye on the pool game for the hour, but politely shuts down any conversation sent his way. At the sound of the car, he stands and nods once to Joan and her patrons before heading outside.
"Afternoon, gentlemen," he greets, still plenty irked at the entire situation. He doesn't recognize any one of the men, but at least Stantz' scent is familiar. That and the sickeningly sweet scent emanating from a floating green blob.
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Date: 2007-08-25 11:56 pm (UTC)"Afternoon, gentlemen," he greets, still plenty irked at the entire situation. He doesn't recognize any one of the men, but at least Stantz' scent is familiar. That and the sickeningly sweet scent emanating from a floating green blob.