The guy in the suit was different from most of them. He didn't try to act 
like he hadn't seen Bud, didn't try to skulk away, didn't cringe or slouch, 
just stood his ground, feet planted squarely, and very pleasantly said, "Yes, 
sir, can I be of assistance?" He didn't talk like an American black, had 
almost a British accent, but crisper. Now that Bud had come closer, he saw that 
the man had a strip of colored cloth thrown around his neck and over his 
lapels, dangling
down like a scarf. He looked well-housed and well-fed for the most part, except 
for a little scar high up on one cheekbone.