Francis looked on over at the awkward southern-accented kid trying to break these ice with the tough, chiseled vigilantes that seemed to take up the majority of the place. Deciding to live up to his name, The Friend approached Alex. He recognized Bo's costume but very vaguely, only seeing it appear in obscure newspaper articles in the middle of the newspaper. Glancing over the rest of the room as he approached, he couldn't really see any costumes that stood out as much as his own, obviously because nobody in their right mind would wear such a bright yellow outfit in a line of work where one may like to wait in the shadows before striking. As he approached Bo, he pat him on the shoulder.

"Hey, I've seen you around before... they call you 'Bu' or something, right?"

He extended his right hand towards Bo for a handshake, hoping that the smile on his mask would be reassuring to him, rather than frightening as it is to gangster filth.