The good nature snaps as soon as D'arthur's line of sight with him is broken, the name causing him to gander back over at the man with brows knit. Seeing the smelly smear make its way across the man's suit actually caused a laugh to escape. "Dude, that's why you don't wear fancy rags here. Yo, Mabe, help the guy out?" His thumb jerked to D'arthur though he was talking to the fishy woman in the stall across from the one they had been gabbing at. However, the moment he was looking at D'arthur again, the kick to appreciate him flooded the irritation and drove him to a servile nature. God damn he'd be pissed when he realized it later.
"Look, here," flipping out a card with a breezy flair, "Name's Tristan Collins, work for the local paper, contacts are always great right? Anyway, Mabe here will help ya out, drop my name around the place and maybe good things'll happen. Yeah? Prolly. Welcome to the place, dude, next time, regular clothes. You'll only regret it again."