Miles eyed the odd man as he spun around in his chair. He smiled slightly as made a happy noise as he spun. He took a swig from his beer and address him. "Not looking to kill or steal. Just a handy man. General labor. Just looking to make a little money. That's all." He adjusted his suit nervously. The man didn't seem dangerous, but you never knew around here. Miles wasn't good at reading people so he couldn't tell what motives the man had. He shifted from facing the bar to facing the man. He leaned against the bar. "What about you sir? What are you doing here? Just here for the bar stools?" Miles grinned to himself.