He hasn't said anything up until that point, but he can feel pairs of eyes on him. He does what he can to ignore them, focusing on his barber and gesturing at his messy mop of hair. "Just a trim, really. You know my style," he finally speaks, and his accent circles around each syllable smoothly. He smiles at him, and then looks beside him, at the guy staring. "Hello," he says, sounding every bit of amused he feels.