Victor kept his eyes on the Asian dude, he didnt like being looked at. He averted his stare and found a new target worth watching, Jillian, he knew her as one of the more murderous of the Wolves. She wasnt exactly quite about it, she wore excentric clothing and took photos in it on the scenes of the crimes. She was nuts, not unlike Victor, but she had a more flaunted insanity about her. Victor still respected her as one of the gang members, so naturally he greeted her like a friend.
"Sup Jillian," Victor said calmly as he stood up and went to the bar, he pointed into his glass with his robotic arm and looked at the bartender, "Early Riser, extra Vodka."
He leaned against the bar next to Millie and made a small motion to point out the Lost kid and the Asian guy, just enough that Millie could see but the pair couldnt. He leaned in closer to her and spoke in her ear just enough so she could hear.
"Lost Ones, they are showing up," Victor said grabbing his drink and taking a small sip, "Angel doesnt want us making a move but if push comes to shove I dont want to get caught with this on me."
He turned his back to the bar and pulled his pistol from his belt line then slipped it into the back of her belt line. He looked into her eyes briefly just to make sure she understood, he wasnt about to go back to prison for owning a gun. Last time it meant something, but a fucking unregistered weapon would just be stupid. He brought his drink to his lips and tilted it back, he stood next to her waiting for something to happen.