"Hobbyist, professional, or military?" Stealth like that comes from a background of some kind and, well. Color him curious. Back to the coffee to wake himself up a little bit he snorts softly at the remark on the scar.

He's had time, now, to get used to it, and while it still bugs him a little? Chicks dig scars. "Frag grenades are a bitch."

So are overly competitive teammates.

After a sip he offers his hand. "I'm York. And you are...?"