[His eyes follow that finger as if she was painting a target, and he commits it to memory. Maybe he'll have to get to know him a little better. But he turned his face back to her with a smile, following her inside.] Convenient, ne?
[A blink.] Axel? [Lockon looked in thought for a moment. Then realization struck him.] Oh, right. I saw him at Josak's game. We weren't introduced, though. [And he was having trouble remembering what questions that man had taken drinks for. Something to try to recall, later.]