[sorry, I actually forgot about this thread. my apologies, all]
"Least you'd be livin'..." Halo half mumbled, half spoke aloud when the 'Kid' beside spoke of a power most could not understand. As if he were some living God. This 'Kid' could fill a pamphlet with what he 'thought' others didn't understand. And, do understand, Mr. 'Mont, Halo wasn't looking down on ya. Just saw too much of his idiotic younger self in Valmont.
Got his ass filled with more Silver than a rich guys yard sale.
The two others spying him had their assumptions about how he made his bread and butter, though the Dino-man had the closest estimate. Halo stretches his gloved hand to the one who introduced himself as Valmont, only hoping to return the favor. The 'Kid' wasn't his foe; just a bit rough around the edges. "Call me Halo..."
When John pulled his hand away, he'd find a small image inducer in it. The man's business card. "I Find things. Things most others can't. And, bring 'em back where they once was. Gimme a call if ya ever 'lose' sumthin'..." Halo winked at him, discreetly. By finding, he meant kicking ass. And, by losing, he meant having it stolen or otherwise removed from the original owner's possession by means other than those dubbed voluntary.
He sipped his beer, sliding a bottle towards Valmont. The implication to have a drink with him. "So... what's yer take on Dino over there...?" Did the 'Kid' trust him, like him, or what?
Halo was curious...