"I fell into a lake or, more likely, a loch." Stoney slid onto the indicated seat without bothering to unsling his bass, the instument had been a part of him for so long he had adapted to it the way a soldier adapts to his rifle. His voice was a pleasant baritone, with no hint of his father's lisp, and a American inflection. This close it was easy for some one who was looking to see he was wearing colored contacts.
"Mind if I use that, Teja?" He pronounced the name "Tey-ha". He looked over Teja as he held his hand out for the towel, not sure why the guy would be giving off a vaguely hostile vibe. There was no doubt Teja was related to Uncle Toki.