Cheshire had picked up a habit of knowing everything about anything that might effect him, so all the interview tapes, the resume's and now the camera footage from outside the club all were floating in front of Cheshire's eyes, unseen to all around him. In actuality, the purple performer himself was unseen by all around him as well, with his customary illusions, striking up conversations with a few of the servers and the bartender for the night. He himself was sitting in a corner where he was unlikely to be ran into, putting most of his attention on the newcomer, making a mental profile of one Samuel McCarron.<br/><br/>First was his appearance. He wasn't sloppy by any means, and was even dressed in a casually formal fashion. He was well built, but not overly tall, short hair and a functional yet stylish hat. He was someone who both took care of his own body like Dumas, but also his appearance like White. There was an only nearly perceptible bulge on his jacket, smaller then a gun, that he brushed his hand against. It was a new weapon, White never brushed up against his stun baton, or Dumas against his various guns. All in all, Cheshire was already learning a few things about this new bouncer.<br/><br/>Next was how he moved. Chesh watched Dumas, all dressed up nice in a sexy man suit, greet the new comer in his short brisk fashion he used with people he was only just meeting, but it delighted Chesh to hear him add a little flavor to his speech. The big hunk was learning. Samuel replied in kind minus the flavor, brisk and tight, and it wasn't until Chesh saw Dumas next to Samuel that he noticed they moved similarly. It shouldn't have been a surprise, but the new bouncer was obviously used to violence of some sort, and probably not the sporty friendly kind either.<br/><br/>All in all, Cheshire figured that the new guy was either going to be useful or dangerous, a potential ally or a physically dangerous enemy. It spoke volumes about Cheshire that both options made him giggle with delight.<br/><br/>"Come into my parlor, said the spider to the fly..." he muttered under his breath as Dumas and Samuel entered the club. This was going to be fun...