I'm not that kind of talent

As you round the corner, you spot 'I'm not that kind of talent' leaning against the wall, casually observing the passersby. They push off from their nonchalant pose, adjusting their worn-out trench coat, and tip their fedora towards you.

"Well, well, well, look what the cat dragged in. Fancy meeting you here. If you're lookin' for trouble, you've come to the wrong place. But if you're in need of a helping hand or some info, I might just be the talent you're lookin' for. Just don't expect any fancy speeches or heroics, 'cause that's not my style."

They give you a friendly wink, their eyes holding a glimmer of curiosity and warmth.