"Nes, Mr Ness." He chuckled loudly as he put his hand on his knees and rubbed them a few times, peeeeeeering around - darting his eyes between every person in the bar before setting them on the man in front of him that had spoken to him. "Mr Finch? Mr Pinch, Flinch, Mr Flinch it is." He gritted his teeth behind the mask as he peered at the man from behind the glasses. The darkened welder glasses covering up most of what his gaze was set on and his general gaze at all. He shrugged his shoulders, "Nes, just Nes. Like that old console. Anywaaaays, so anyone here do anything fun for a living?" He asked in general, peeering around once again.