[The only good thing about the terrible holiday blazer he's been forced to wear tonight is that it has pockets. Somewhat reflexively, he shoves his hands within them, typical hunched posture deepening. He doesn't owe this guy an explanation but it seems like this will be more of a pain in the ass if he tries to ignore him. So.]

I ain't makin' any kind of scene, alright? That's why I'm leavin'.

[He shrugs.]

Besides, there's no way the people in charge here don't know exactly who we are.