"Niko Bellic." He put the gum in his mouth after he responded, at least, with some shred of decency and took the offered hand. His handshake was heavy and his fingers sticking out of his fingerless driving gloves were weathered. He didn't look like a man that was only thirty years old, but time had a way of biting people on the ass like that.

One of the many reasons Niko was starting a clean slate of his own; not too well mind you, but he had a knack for finding trouble even when he was determined with every fiber of his being not to.

"I'm a guide with the resort. I go with science teams, they make everybody take one of us so don't take it personally, ah? Most of us are pretty good good shots." He had a long time to learn to use a gun.