Noticing another possible victim approaching, Bender rapidly assesses the newcomer's attire and demeanor. That's a nice suit. Probably an expensive suit.

Bender steps out from his hiding place in the shadows near the dugout as Albert gets close, aiming what appears to be a white pistol at him. His face is obscured by a black domino mask, but it's still extremely obvious from the shiny metal exterior and not-quite-human silhouette that Albert is now being accosted, even threatened, by something that is not an ordinary person.

He scowls as he delivers his practiced opening line: "Alright, buddy. Fork over the cash."