*a man walks over and stands next him, looking down, the man is somewhere in his thirty’s, you can’t tell if it’s the low or high thirty’s though, wearing aviator style sunglasses, with a amber tint, obscuring his eyes, he has long, unruly, dirty orange hair, going past his shoulder, he wears jeans and a black jacket, a name printed on it, the name is Atlas*
Atlas: you disabled or some shit?