Bishop and Nathan - 4:30PM
The all too familiar smirk of Bishop’s threatens to appear in response to the other man’s slight surprise at the way he had been called to. Bishop had never had a single qualm about starting up a conversation with a stranger, he liked talking -- well, when the conversation suited him, or when it wasn’t law enforcement -- and the new face with the Library crowd intrigued him. Shifting in his seat, stretching his legs out and crossing them at the ankles, Bishop studied the man for a long moment once he sat down. Family there could mean just about anything, but something about his new companion struck him as familiar. “Family, huh?” He questioned, not necessarily prying, but also not not prying. “It doesn’t much, but the many who’s running this place now is Capitol and he’s still got some people from that shelter that he trusts.” Least that was the only reason Bishop could figure for some of the faces he didn’t recognize who clearly weren’t library folks.
Manners were something that Bishop never paid much mind too, wasn’t like the Hellhounds were known for them. But, it was always refreshing to come across people who still had them. “Nice to meet you,” Bishop replied while taking the other man’s hand and shaking it. “I’m Bishop.” He didn’t offer anything more than that, mostly because he was still feeling this guy out. “You been in Austin long, Nathan?”