Dexter is, he is proud to say, an observer. He doesn’t like being in the limelight too much, but he LOVES being in the audience. He is proud of his perceptive nature. So instantly, when Feena mentioned her bar, his first words were “but isn’t the legal limit eigh-“
ah. Now more people are speaking. His own fault, he supposes, for not speaking loud enough. That’s fine. It seemed that introductions were being made. If they needed to work together, it certainly would be better than “black haired lady” or “cat hooded person”. That or the impolite moniker he had for Asuka in his head, that he’s choosing to keep to himself.
But soon enough, the conversation lulled. Likely due to people’s hostilities making an awkward environment. He didn’t wanna be seen as a staring weirdo, so he elected to go next. Best get it over with, after all.
“Ah, Hello.” He says, in that slightly high pitched, nasally, muffled voice. “My name is Dexter Blanche. It looks like we’re all from different places…? That’s weird. I’m from t he Northwest Territories of Canada. It’s a pleasure to meet all of you. I’m a Nature Photographer by trade, but I’m also in school currently working on my Pilots License. It’s a pleasure to meet yo-… ah, I already said that. Sorry.”
He’s… not the best at formalities. This has always been true. And it can’t help that his face is properly bundled up for the cold. But that’s fine, he likes it that way. Still, there’s another thought bouncing around in his head
“Ah, forgive the change of topic, but does anyone else here remember boarding A Train before being brought here? I thought it’s arrival strange… and while I am not a believer in the paranormal, this entire situation is anything but natural”
