Chase smirked. "Please, don't 'sir' me," he said with a smile, "I get enough of that in my day job. I'm just Chase," he said. He motioned to her wrist, "your eyes caught my attention. It's not everyday you see someone with eyes like yours. Such a vibrant violet color is actually one of the more unusual things around here," his own steely-gray eyes peered at her as he smirked, the weathered lines on his face smiling as much as the rest of him was. "There's an old saying that says the eyes are the window to the soul. Here, there's a sort of window to a person's true identity, in more ways than one."<br/>He took a sip of the drink he'd brought with him, a foamy, amber substance that looked like a brew of some sort.