Beau was in his little world of course. He hadn't realized that he had traveled into a territory that people knew they didn't bother with. But he was new. And Rory was just someone at the time that was a little more easy on the eyes than anyone else around. Something that with time he would've understood. There was just some people who were more connected than others. But it was something he didn't get just yet. But as of right at the moment, he was far too happy with letting his mind float in the clouds than having to deal with anyone else around here.
In Beau's mind, people seemed far too compliant with things. Not that he was going to argue. It was Limbo or life in prison. He was against a wall but it didn't mean he wouldn't complain the entire time. He'd barely registered someone walking up to him as his attention was pulled away from his thoughts to someone who was...wanting to fight. Maybe not everyone around here was a bitch. "You got a problem?" He tried to focus more on his words so the other man could understand him but it was never going to be his preference.
He pushed himself up to his feet in a fluid motion, stepping over to the other man. "Are we gonna fight?" He didn't hide the smile that lit his face, gold teeth and all that looked like something that could be described as 'tacky' but it only seemed to complete the look for someone like him. He patted the man's shoulder with a laugh as he stepped through the door. "What's goin' on, vieillard?"