"I have everyone at a disadvantage," he says, not at all bolstering a false sense of confidence. No, Jim believe this to be a fact and he'll relay it as casually as one would say the sky is blue. Even now, he is well prepared with men posted all throughout the docks, ready to help intervene should this setup go awry.

Ah. Jim lips quick upward into a smirk though his eyes remain unchanged. He's impressed; most lesser men have failed to pick up on that so quickly. Their own feeble minds doubt themselves so much that they can't even surmise a simple deduction from their environment. Being impeccably dressed should be context clue enough hat he isn't the usual bottom dweller passing parcels to them on the daily. Were this a contest Moran would already be the winner. Too bad this interview process would be so much more complicated.

"Indeed Colonel," he drops his gaze momentarily to the outstretched hand before pressing his lips together in a bit of a frown. Handshakes were such intimate things exchanged between peers, and Sebastian is just a bum off the street as far as he's concerned; he'd have to earn that right. Jim opts instead to slip his hands into his trouser pockets. "You aren't here to exchange pleasantries."