"Kazuhira Miller. And no problem, buddy. You probably wouldn't have lasted long out there." Neither would Kaz, but he's not going to admit that.

Maybe whatever's powering the holograms will put off a little heat? Can't hurt and hey, it's entertainment. He moves around the tables, pushing chairs to activate the other dancers.

That done, he unbuttons his shirt and peels it off -- the thing is soaked through and not helping him feel any warmer. He's still got an undershirt (equally wet) to keep him decent. He leans over the bar again and pulls out a towel this time, gives it a sniff (clean enough), and runs it through his wet hair.

"Put those groceries down and get cozy. We're probably gonna be here for a while."