Mac barges in, completely oblivious to the change of scenery (except he can't find where the booze is in this place and that's completely unacceptable. He finds a dude in a lab coat talking to himself, holding a cigarette (kinda like a gay dude would, Mac thinks idly). He's not too buff, but looks pretty solid for his height. His hair's a little long, and Mac thinks he could work with that.

All right. That'll do. If he smokes surely he knows where Mac can score some beer.

"Hey, bro," he strides toward the desk, leaning forward on his palms to really show the doctor scientist dude his guns, as in his muscles - his bulging mass...of muscles. Of course.

"Does this place have any of the above: beer, hot chicks, or a gym? I'm in desperate need of all three right now."