Sig watched the alien enter soaking wet and dripping all over his floor, that didn't make him happy. Something was not completely right, these aliens made him confused. They look like they had an objective but still seemed like animals. He looked at Rosie and pointed to behind the counter, signing her to hide. He stood up as the aliens walked past him, his metal tray below his left arm and his mug of coffee decorated with a “Fuck You <3” on the right hand, he took a sip and then whistled.<br/><div style="margin-left: 20px">“Hello Gentleman!... Welcome to the Black Dahlia! How can I help you?”<br/>​</div>For anyone listening to him it sounded normal, but smart ears would notice he didn't introduce himself like he normally did and did not offer his hand for a shake also. He wasn't completely sure what was going on but something was definitely off. Keeping a cordial distance in between them, finally looked up for the first time today facing the alien and waited.