"Uh, 'scuse me?" The Hunter looks genuinely baffled at that, optics widening before he scowls. "I wasn't programmed to do anything. I'm just answering your questions. Of course it gets kind of tiring having to do the whole welcome spiel but no one seems to want to make a pamphlet or something to save everyone the trouble." He tilts his head, considering. "Although I guess the lack of a print-press or something does make that difficult. Oh, we could do it digital but I kinda like the idea of something printed. Call me an old-school kinda guy."

He sets Colonel on the counter as he steps around it, reaching down for an empty glass before he turns to peruse the bottles lining the shelves. "You need a refill yet or you good?" he asks as he pours himself a drink.