'Ah that is good to hear. I was afraid the City had forgotten my existence.' Mike chuckles before pulling back his hand. 'It is likewise a pleasure to meet you, Aenigma.'
He leans back in his seat, making it comfortable now it appears he may sit here for a while. 'I thought, before I introduce myself to all the newer arrivals, it might be a good idea to get to know those who are in our community for a longer while.'
'If I may ask, are you a regular visitor of the museum, or more one of those guys who likes to climb the social ladder? Or...' The Moros opens his hands to Aenigma, so he could fill it in. If the man is an Arrow he would have known, and Mike has also heard about several Guardians of which none was named Aenigma.
And I'm not even sure if the Free Council still exists, since Pulp Noir abruptly left town?