There's a table in the... theoretical space. Roger is at it, with a book on advanced Economics. He, despite all possibilities to the contrary, looks like he's actually enjoying it. He wouldn't mind being bugged, though.
Roger looks up from the book, and raises an eyebrow. "I... I don't know how I stand it, but I like it, really." He smiles oddly. "Everyone back home tries to tell me a similar thing, actually."
He leans back, giving half a stretch before turning at the waste for another. He's... tall. Ridiculously tall. At least seven foot tall.
That said, he looks friendly, a smile on his slightly dirty face as he pats his slightly dirty clothes. He looks... as if he might work in the sewers or something.
"That's all right, mate. Happens to everyone on occasion. Now me? I've this thing for making flowers that sets Da blinking a mile off."
He leans on the side of the booth.
"Got a name, friend? Haven't seen you 'round here before."
Roger might be taken, but he certainly admires the view. Surrepticiously, of course. He smiles, and holds out a hand. At the very least, he's hung around enough creative Bohemians, that he's used to dirty. "Oh, I'm sorry. Should have introduced myself. I'm Roger Cohen."
"Someplace you've never been and probably don't want to ask the bird at the travel agency about," he answers with a grin. "That said, this place makes all equal, now, doesn't she?"
He smiles as he looks around.
"Doesn't do to talk about it or you could have an unscheduled trip there, is all. London, though. If you've got to have something to chew on. Not that you couldnt've heard from me."
Roger cracks up. "I see. Or at least I think I see, but I can understand." He shakes his head. Gotta love the people you meet in interdimentional space. "I'm rather glad I'm from New York sometimes."
"Been there once or twice on a job," he answers thoughtfully. "Didn't get to sightsee much. Was a bit disappointed when I remembered that Hunter'd gotten rid of the great bloody alligator down there, would've like to give that a go, something with a bit of bite if you catch me, but there's life."
He nods at the book.
"You want summat to drink, mate? I'm a bit thirsty."
"There's an alligator in the city?" Roger blinks. "I wouldn't be surprised, but I haven't heard about it. Huh." He pauses. "Uh, sure. I wouldn't turn down something."
"How do you stand that stuff?"
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That said, he looks friendly, a smile on his slightly dirty face as he pats his slightly dirty clothes. He looks... as if he might work in the sewers or something.
"That's all right, mate. Happens to everyone on occasion. Now me? I've this thing for making flowers that sets Da blinking a mile off."
He leans on the side of the booth.
"Got a name, friend? Haven't seen you 'round here before."
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"Graham Mayhew. Pleasure to meet you."
He slips smoothly into a chair opposite of Roger.
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He smiles as he looks around.
"Doesn't do to talk about it or you could have an unscheduled trip there, is all. London, though. If you've got to have something to chew on. Not that you couldnt've heard from me."
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He nods at the book.
"You want summat to drink, mate? I'm a bit thirsty."
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He gives Roger a grin.
"S'where all the interesting things happen, don't you know."
He stands again and tips his chin to the bar.
"Tea or summat a bit stronger then?"
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