Oh, the people we'll meet (Open ended, Join in)

"Oh, I see. I'm not an artist so I wouldn't get you."

He shrugged, snorting a bit.

"Well you got me there. I ain't artistic to save my life. Don't know shit about the deeper meaning behind paintings and shit. Too dense for that, I guess. All I know is how to beat people up, which is how come I'm here. Art's beyond me."

He took another step back, still bristling slightly. His eyes darted between the two.

"I gotta get going anyhow. It's a long way home and I gotta be back here soon. I'll leave the room to the artists actually using it."

Huffing a bit, he gave a nod to Silvio. He didn't mean to abandon what had been a civil conversation, and the other newcomer seemed okay, but he could feel himself getting more and more on edge and didn't want to start throwing hands. Not just yet.

"Oh, uh...safe trip back, Mitch!  Catch you later!" Silvio called at the gruff man's departing back.  Turning to Jenova, he smiled and offered her the candy in his hand.  "Hey, any time.  Just let me know and I'll bring my deck.  Treat for the road?  I kinda got a sweet tooth for these."

Seeing a flash of scarlet, he almost did a double take at the gym's newest entrant.

"Hey, champ!  How's it going?"

"No trampling!" Silvio assured.  "Actually, it's pretty cool I get to meet so many of the other folks here.  It's one thing to watch somebody in the ring or see a promo, but face-to-face is different, y'know?  So, nice to meet you in person!  Ah, jeez, sorry - don't wanna be rude."

Reaching into his pocket again with his free hand, he takes out another candy and offers it to Ryan.

"It's been pretty wild getting settled in, but hey - new adventure, right?  Never lived in Baltimore or done this professionally before.  I got my tattoo parlor set up, so it's a nice shot of normalcy and routine to fall back on if I'm feeling overwhelmed."