[RUDE PUNKS who at least seem mutually aware of the fact they're rude punks. Lazare isn't fussed at all over the lack of formalities, though he does spend a second musing over that name. Names mean a lot here, don't they? Though he has the strangest feeling that that's always been the case, even before this world...

That said, aside from a nod of acknowledgment, he sets the topic aside and readily moves on:]

I asked the woman at the front desk if they had any positions available. [GOD, CORBIN. ...Though after a second, he'll also add:] I was told most of them weren't suitable for me- [Because let's be honest he's probably too short to reach the top shelf even while standing on a ladder.] -but fortunately, they had a position open that fit my skillset just fine.