"Paying a visit to a Xeno? Good luck I suppose, they're hard as hell to track down and rarely fly alone. Can't imagine it'd be too much of a problem for a master of the craft such as you, however." Hemlocke approached the doorway to the bar and took a few steps in as he looked around at the goers. His face had gone cold as he stared a few down, walking over toward the bar and sitting down at a relatively clean booth, Irma would notice how intense his gaze was as he watched the other Rogues in the bar, in complete silence, the bartender would immediately bring Rheinbier over to Hemlocke, He reached up and gripped the bartenders wrist with a smirk. "Gonna ask the lady what she wants? It'll go on my tab."
Walking into the bar Irma notices his intense stare down with the other rogues, "Jesus, and I thought I was cold. Is that a new greeting you rogues have come up with?" She notices Hemlocke picking the cleanest both and its very appreciated. "I will have what he's having, make sure my bottle has never been opened I like mine fresh.".
"We don't really have greetings aside from stabbing each other in the back. Making sure none of them were gonna try it." The bartender left and returned with a fresh bottle of Rheinbier for Irma, as he popped the top, Irma could see a nasty slash straight through his eye in the same manner that Hemlocke had his slashed, he retreated quickly back to the bar counter. Hemlocke leaned back and took a sip of his own Rheinbier, flashing Irma a grin. "Surely the Hackers have their own greetings.. Or are you too prim and proper for a little fun?"