[Gleb doesn't quite tip his hat, but it is a near thing. His hand hovering near the brim for a moment before it falls to the sticky table in front of him.
Leaning back in the chair, he gives her a once-over, dark eyes slithering slowing over her whole outfit before snapping back to her face.]
Somehow I recon he'd rather talk to someone like you than someone like me. What's good here?
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[Gleb doesn't quite tip his hat, but it is a near thing. His hand hovering near the brim for a moment before it falls to the sticky table in front of him.
Leaning back in the chair, he gives her a once-over, dark eyes slithering slowing over her whole outfit before snapping back to her face.]
Somehow I recon he'd rather talk to someone like you than someone like me. What's good here?