It's fur, René realizes, glancing down. There's amusement in his gaze, a small grin that fights to surface as he takes the spot.

"I never really thought I'd be drinking with someone like you underneath the starry sky. It's nice." Of course there were Asian defectors, groups just don't automatically agree because they're together, but his fight is in Europe, not the pacific. It's enough to sort of startle him.

Not that any of this even matters.

"It's not my spot at all, I only arrived a few days ago--" He shakes his hand, grip firm. "I'm Luc." Realisticlly, he could have used his real name. Aurora's here, Neil's here, but it's force of habit. René's knee-jerk reaction is to go with what he's taught and improvise only when necessary, never playing it anything but safe. It's gotten him far.

"You think there's going to be a third one of us new arrivals? Things happen in threes, right?"