Tony takes a look at the old man's bags and wonders to himself, not about how he'd get it up the stairs; rather, he wonders if the old guy is someone important. Maybe someone acclaimed? Or just rich. He'd settle for that. He'd love to have money like that--dice collecting was a hobby of his and he was never against adding to his ever-expanding rulebook collection, even if it meant breaking the bank a bit.

[color=steelblue]"So..."[/color] he starts awkwardly, [color=steelblue]"what brought you here anyway?"[/color]

[color=steelblue]"Personally I'm just going on this cruise to relax, find some new people," and a new employer, he adds in his head, "just curious."[/color]

He figured talking about the bags so soon would be too weird. 

He takes a brief listen to the indoor chatter--something about employees being stiffed on tips, sports talk he could never quite understand, and... Lazaretto had a fallout with his son? The mayor? That was curious. Tony wonders, for a brief moment, if the mayor's son was onboard. Perhaps this was some kind of apology? Some grand way of making amends? Or it was just another way to please the people. The thought passes and Tony breathes a sigh of relief as the stairs come closer into view.

He puts a hand in his pocket, ready to pull out his passport and ID at a moment's notice. [i]Finally,[/i] he was one step closer to sitting down... and getting out of this godawful heat.