"That's a neat trick."

The voice comes from a man sitting a few stools down, broad-shouldered, blue-eyed, with the kind of half-cocked smirk that plays on the line between sincerity and sarcasm. In this case, his remark is all interest. There have been a lot of different people to float in and out of Ten Forward, but none of them with a device like that.

Steve picks up his coffee and turns until he's facing the new guy, twin lines forming between his eyebrows. "I take it you're new here."