Anzu shrugged at Tron -- if he wanted to look like a barbarian, he could, Anzu reasoned. It's a free station, after all. But he did feel a little put out that Tron headed straight for the neutrals. He followed Tron right up to the racks and tutted as loudly as possible in his ear

"Darling, you'll blend in with the background. What are you, a stage hand?"