A man in a labcoat. Wasn't much to look at, until you saw his eyes. Deep blue pits, filled with the knowledge that only comes from experience, and a lot of it. He strode into the bar with a frown on his face, brows furrowed. Tossing a small gold nugget onto the bar he gave the bartender a stare. "Your strongest. Please." The civility was more of an afterthought, an old habit pushing through mood. He took a seat at the bar, though it was more of a collapse. Eyes, older than time, swept over the small pub with little interest.