[Benny looks at the cackle-pop, camera-flash of electricity arcing into the rifle, and decides - mmm, yeah - he made the right choice. Especially with this wet little get-up, he'd rather not be in the metaphorical bathtub if this Kaiden decides to throw a metaphorical toaster in it. But something about the look of the thing strikes him as familiar... He takes the other man's hand and shakes it in a firm, confident grip. Practically worthy of a board meeting, there.]

Benny. Leader of the Chairmen - the coolest cats in Vegas, dig?

[Hopefully he's not holding a joy buzzer. Benny still tries to look as urbane as he can as he introduces himself, while being completely sopping wet. Then he realizes where he saw it, and a little lightbulb dings. The blue lightshow giving some of those overgrown turkeys the razzle dazzle during the storm - or what little Benny could glimpse between ducking for cover, anyway. His face changes a little - more friendly.]

Neat trick with the lights. I didn't think it was you up on that stage earlier. Now I've seen some shows in my time, but baby, your performance had me seeing stars!