Victor watched everyone break into small pairs and start chit chatting, still remaining in his seat in the back. Robin and Suzumi were chatting in Russian nearby. He caught the gist of it, though his own Russian was so broken that he missed a lot between the two fluent speakers. He did catch that Robin was laying on the charm and flirting up a storm, and this made the German grin. Nadia and Sloan were still at their table. The American Murphy had approached Aimee, seemed he remembered her. The late comer, Ellis, and Nellie were talking about...video games? Victor stood up, shooting his cuffs and straightening his tie for a moment. His options were simple. Stay in the back, and be that one Dagula stereotype who watched and smiled and scared everybody. Or approach the only two who hadn't paired up yet, Duece and Arryn. Well, when in Rome...he adjusted his glasses, polished shoes clipping as he walked towards the two, and gave a smile and a short wave.

"Hallo, I vill be playing ze part of ze sird veel tonight. It is a pleasure to meet you, Frau Zech. It is reassuring to know ve vill have support of a Logi during our time here, ja?"

Contrary to what apparently everyone else felt, Victor was quite fond of Logi. They were immensely useful and reliable, especially to a specialist like himself. A drone in the right place or a camera giving out at the right time was often the difference between Victor succeeding at his objective or simply ending up a bullet sponge. His blue eyes went over to Deuce, arms behind his back in a relaxed posture.

"Und you, Herr Marlowe. Anosser Lessad, und one with ze reputation of being quite ze speed demon."

He spread his arms with a wide grin.

"So! Vat shall ve talk about?"