Not really if judged by his own rules of time, but this was someone else's game and he was only along for the ride. Colt caught the door just as it was about to close behind his old pal, grunting in annoyance as he tried to jostle a fourth crate of contraband amidst the kitchen chaos. Apologizing in a piss poor bastardization of the language and bobbing his head in a makeshift bow to their hosts, Ziven settled himself in just to the rear right hand of his boss.
Same old game, done a thousand times before. Pretty thing in the red dress was a new face though, the God picking up on the recognition from Karl that wasn't as easily identifiable to the expendables in the room. Now that he was here and the gears were turning, it was time to relax and enjoy this show.
Even if the majority of the players were unaware of it, he was the leading role here, after all. Might as well enjoy it for what it was.