"Kyle." He flashed a slight, not quite easy-going smile. A little bit of an edge to it, like wearing a suit that fit well but that you didn't wear very often.
Even with the background noise drowned out, even with his paranoia dulled, Kyle was still well-aware of everything going on in the bar. Not staying at least partially aware had gotten him in some kind of trouble too many times before in life, and while he was never opposed to a good bar fight?
He liked Maria too much to get in one in her place. He'd save that for someone else's bar.