"'Alright lads, how you doin'?" John asked with a confidence to his voice and a crooked smile that only seemed to affect the right-hand side of his face as he approached, quickly vaulting the backrest of the bench and taking the seat between Chapman and Walter. He had always been particularly fond of the two men next to him, though for entirely different reasons. Chapman, because he kind of got off on how brilliantly intimidated the robber was of him, but Walter...He was one of the few on the inside that John Smith deemed to be both a trustworthy and potentially useful asset. "Cigarette? Either of ya? Cos I've got a proposition, and you may want one of these by the time I'm done."