[Gin's not much of a talker, so he remains wherever he's already seated, with a glass of gin in hand.
He does, however, cast the unusual patron's face a cursory glance.
That's a face he knows, although he's only ever seen it on a screen. Curiosity getting the better of him, he decides to stride casually over, his free hand (the right) slipped in an outer pocket of his long black trench coat. The rim of his ever-present fedora cast the shadows further down his face, obscuring his eyes, already partially hidden by his messy fringe, so all that could easily be made out was his lopsided smirk.
He knows she won't recognize his face and he's certain that he looks so damn shady he'd put almost anyone on edge, but he's curious still. He just wants to see how she'd react to him, if she reacted at all, without giving his identity away... and maybe find out why she's here.]
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He does, however, cast the unusual patron's face a cursory glance.
That's a face he knows, although he's only ever seen it on a screen. Curiosity getting the better of him, he decides to stride casually over, his free hand (the right) slipped in an outer pocket of his long black trench coat. The rim of his ever-present fedora cast the shadows further down his face, obscuring his eyes, already partially hidden by his messy fringe, so all that could easily be made out was his lopsided smirk.
He knows she won't recognize his face and he's certain that he looks so damn shady he'd put almost anyone on edge, but he's curious still. He just wants to see how she'd react to him, if she reacted at all, without giving his identity away... and maybe find out why she's here.]