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His glasses off, held in one hand, as he rubs the bridge his nose with the other, stepping in through the entrance. He had been heading to his room this evening. However, a few steps in soon alerts him that no, he's not in Alabama anymore. He glances up, and slips his glasses back on. A faint, wryly twisted grin, and a nod to himself.

"After today, I wouldn't quite be surprised."

And, being all what he's believing this is, he steps over toward the bar.