Sabo smiles at the bubbly greeting, glad that someone is honestly enjoying their work--while secretly thinking that someone should be shot for that pun.

"I'm just looking." Wandering around. Taking things in. His security guards coming in behind him like dark clouds and scowling at everything including him. Hands in his pockets, he bends a little to inspect some tiny bell-like flowers in a pot.

"A flower for every occasion, though? Are you sure about that?"