Conversation · Man with Sunglasses

You can't leave it like that -- spin it on its head. ENGAGE CAPS LOCK.

No, you don't -- you look like a young god.

"I'm never going to get this case solved."

"You're not. I really don't believe you are."

"C'mon, Jean..." The woman next to him sighs. "It looks like it's been a rough week on him."

"It's not just this week." He scans you from head to toe. "What do you want?"

There's something about this guy that matches with a face in your head. A similar, but different face.

The suit, the sunglasses, the haircut... he's famous. That's how you know his face.

Okay, so this guy is cool -- he stands there like a statue. An angry statue. And he does not like you.

Don't even try to win him over. You won't.

"I LOOK LIKE A BURNING SUN."

"What?"

Push it more. Harder. Be more intelligent.

"I mean the likeness of the holy sun in the sky. I LOOK LIKE IT."

"You look like shit, asshole!"

"Wow... You seem stable. And in control. Allow me to say, alcohol really seems to have had a positive effect on you."

"Now, what do you want?" His tone is impatient.

"I know, it's intentional."

"Like undercover?" The woman in the RCM uniform interjects.

"Well, as far as disguises go, this is one of the best I've seen... I mean, I could swear you're an actual bum!"

Say nothing. Just flex.

"Oh god... it's the fucking muscle thing..."

He is secretly admiring your sea of muscles. Everyone is.

"I don't look like shit!"

"Judit," He turns to the woman next to him. "Back me up here."

"You do look..." She sighs. "It looks like it's been a tough week for him."

"The last couple of days have been rough..."

"Oh don't be so modest, we're looking at several months' worth of damage here. Kind of a miracle you're still up and at it, to be honest..."

"Looks don't matter, it's what's on the inside that does."

"Yeah, I know -- that's what I'm going by here."

"That's the where you remember me from?"