He'd been expecting to be the first one here, but what do you know... there was someone more invested in looking prepared than him. Which is fine by him, he has some company while he waits for others to show up.

"Don't believe we've met." His voice is monotone, but by how close he's chosen to stand and something about the way he offers his pack of cigarettes after lighting one with a snap of his fingers, he might be flirting. Who knows, really. "You a friend of Greenhilt's?"