Mudminnow River and basically, i wanna know

Hello. He turns, unimpressed with the greeting and the boy his gaze lands on. His first instinct is to tell the guy to go to hell — he doesn't know him, and he doesn't want to. But then he remember he's supposed to be recruiting. Pack. Right. He tries to look friendly, but fails miserably, managing only his usual mask of indifference. Hello, He echoes, pausing a half-beat as he considers how to start the conversation. Since obviously this guy isn't going to. You need something? Not as friendly as he was hoping for, but he's not very good at friendly.