He doesn’t look surprised to see you, just quietly observant, like he saw you coming five minutes ago. “New face. Barrys...replacement, I presume?” His voice is quiet, steady. He studies you for a second longer, then nods once, slow and thoughtful. “You’ll get used to the noise. Or you won’t.” A flicker of dry amusement crosses his face, subtle as a shadow. “Either way… keep your head down around the VIPs. They like fresh blood, but they bite harder than I do.”
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