D'ren had mainly picked up the flyer because he wanted to meet this so-called Headhunter and tell him how terribly obviously fake his name was. The bare-armed man was sitting at the bar using the flyer as a coaster for his brown bottle of liquid, as he stared up at a monitor that was spouting propaganda.

His eyes listlessly lolled as he heard someone take a seat next to him. The former Space Lord turned his handsomely roguish and scarred face toward the woman who was now asking about good drinks. Wow. What a line.

Appearing inebriated from whatever was in the bottle in his hand, he lifted said bottle with a swaying smirk. "Ask fer the Holy Cheese San'wich," he slurred in a half-Irish accent.