"Well," he said, glancing around to make sure Ruprecht wasn't nearby and then pulling out his cigarettes. "We've got a lot of different types. Lots of gays so if the thought of two guys bugs ya you're in trouble. Not that they're over affectionate in public of course but still. We've got lawyers and doctors and musicians and artists and business execs. And silver spoon kids who've grown up with money their whole life and never worked a day."
He lit up, took a long drag and blew the smoke away from her.
"We've got a few famous folks too. Erik Desler for instance - genius composer. Abrams beats the press off with sticks everytime the guy puts out a new opera. Seth Roth - very up and coming artist. His gallerist lives here too, Charlie Shaw. Used to work maintenance here actually. Course there's some I'd recommend ya stay away from too. Like my boss, Ruprecht. Scary bastard."