Kyle rotated bars, more a holdover from trying to stay alive back home than it was any actual desire to experience the town. Roswell was nice enough, and he was alive, so he wasn't actually complaining. He really wasn't. He just couldn't shake the paranoia. Of course, he also wasn't trying terribly hard. It'd kept him alive as long as it had back home, maybe it'd work that way here.
Because he wasn't trusting this place not to turn against him.
He slid into a seat next to someone, noting quickly that it was that one guy from the network. Kyle noticed things quickly by default, though, a skill that'd been drilled into him by the Centre and one of the skills that made him so damn good at what he did. "Yeah," he said with a slight laugh as he motioned the bartender over. "And this place... it can have a lot of it."