A 'ravens talon' approaches the Freeport, flashing its ID codes and immediately being accepted to the docking ports. As the ship sets down, a man with blonde hair steps out, rubbing his head, and looking around the place, immediately setting a medium pace to what he 'assumed' was a bar area.
He steps into the doorway of the bar, glancing around the place, shrugging. "Well, a bit.. uh. broken, but hey, its a bar." Stepping forwards, he takes a seat at one of the stools, waving the bartender over. "Whoever is working here, baldie-.. wait, no, you don't work here.." Glancing around. "Whatever.. Just get me a drink anyone, willya?"
Not necessarily yelling, but speaking loud enough for the people around him, to hear him. Sitting back, pulling out a cigarette, he lights it quietly and breathes out a sigh, waiting to see if anyone had a reaction.