Miles hadn't even noticed the girl in the corner. She told the man to be quiet, but in a timid way that Miles knew this man wouldn't listen to. Miles didn't think the man was being hateful, but was just one of those outspoken types. He smiled as the man reveled his crazy white hair. "Well, it's not so much generic manual labor. I'm more of a, how do you say, metallurgic specialist." He saw the man just stare at him. "If it's made of metal I can fix it. It's not brain surgery, but it's a specialty." Miles took and finished his beer. He heard his stomach growl slightly. He reached in his pocket and fished out some more money. He waved down the bartender. "Give me a sandwich and another beer to wash out the taste." The bartender looked at Miles incredulously. "Just two pieces of bread then?" The bartender asked. Miles just stared at him. "Put something that either resembles meat or cheese in between them."