Carmy turns, startled: there's a rusk sticking out of his mouth that he was just kind of sucking on instead of crunching down on, like a weirdo. He lifts his hand and takes it out. "Uh, yeah," he says. "That's me. Hey." Blinks a couple of times, taking this guy in, trying to get a read on him. He's socially anxious, but he does okay with guys around his old age or a little older, has picked up the patter of machismo. "You here for a request? Kitchen tour? Richie handles all that stuff for me." The guy in the post, who has actual charisma and ability to talk to people.