Ric saw Justin, but made no real effort to acknowledge the guy. Ric was in a mood, and most who had experienced his temper knew to tread carefully around him when he was like this. Not that he would ever fly off the handle to the point of resorting to violence, but he had a mouth and it had a way of spouting out the most hurtful thing possible before Ric even knew he was saying anything. He would say he was working on controlling that, but sadly that would have been a lie.
"Hey," Ric returned in a flat, hard tone and continued walking, his eyes straight forward. He had no desire to chat with Ghost, he wanted to talk some shit with people who were planning to leave with Magneto, or maybe pick a fight with someone who was staying. The old, restless, bar fighting Ric was trying to surface again, which was not necessarily a good thing.