"I wouldn't say that."

The voice is American... blandly so. And the man simply moves over and sits next to Niko. He doesn't order a drink, food... nothing.

Orlin had been watching the man go through, more or less, a slim portion of the syntheholic beverages on hand before approaching him.

"But not necessarily something to rule out." A pause. "I think you're safe, however, considering you're drinking synthehol."