“Well, well, well. Look who we have here,” if avoiding confrontation had been Joel’s goal, perhaps he wouldn’t have sounded quite so accusatory right off the bat. Then again, the Courier had something of a reputation of being a soft touch - until he wasn’t, at least - so there was little hesitation in the way Joel took a seat right beside Lincoln.
“The asshole who wiped out my best payin’ clientele on his way through the Mojave. I’m gonna have to start sellin’ to the NCR if the ‘Gangers keep droppin’ like flies, man.” He doesn’t have a drink on hand - and like hell is he going to pay for one - so a hand drops into his pocket and fishes out a cigarette so he can occupy himself. “Unless, of course, you’re interested in a steady stream of chems yourself...”