"The state of your decorum is debatable, young man, considering you wandered over to helpfully inform me that my justifiable outrage at this... this..." he waves a hand in the general direction of the casting crew, "exploitation, was childish!"

He narrows his eyes slowly, his chest puffing up as he pushes his lower lip up over his teeth and endures the stranger's assessment of assignments before Oswald gives a thin smile and makes a point to start straightening himself out.

"I may new here, but I think I have more than enough of a grasp of the severity of the situation, thank you."

He doesn't really, not yet anyway.

"And who might you be, anyway?"