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He laughs, a deep and well-worn sound, though it catches a little in his chest with a slight wheeze. He seems perfectly fine once he's cleared his throat.

"Don't worry, Eliot," Dina says, "half of my job is telling people when they need to shut up. Just a little more politely," she adds with a smile. "If I had to, I'd go right ahead."

Mr. Ambrose laughs again, even louder than before.

"Yeah, I remember. It's a valuable skill, all right."

With that, he turns towards you and holds out a hand without hesitation.

"Now, we haven't met, have we?" he says, shaking your hand as he squints slightly to get a better look at you. "I'm Eliot. I really appreciate anyone and everyone coming along, even if it's just to snag a little free food. At my age, it means a lot to still have people coming by. Please, make yourself at home."

He gestures broadly to the room, and you get the feeling he means it. With that, the conversation lulls a little, and you find yourself with the chance to say whatever you may want to Dina, Eliot, or Rana.