Ratz looks up from polishing a glass with a grimy cloth, his mechanical arm whirring softly in the background. He sizes Hiro up with a squint and a barely perceptible tilt of his head. "Herr Hiro," Ratz rasps, his voice gravelly, the corners of his mouth lifting in what barely passes for a smile, revealing his webwork of decayed and metallic teeth. "Welcome to Chatsubo. What can I do for you?" His robotic arm comes to rest, and his gaze briefly flickers to zeb, acknowledging the introduction.

taken in #chatsubo - Ratz