As the Valhalla's night clerk, Fish should have left work some hours ago, but, rather than just shovelling a bunch of eggs into his maw and leaving as soon as possible, this morning he decided to hang around for the continental breakfast in a properly social way. This meant getting into a frankly amazing conversation with a man with a mantis arm, and so he's not even remotely regretting his decision. The people he meets here are so cool, seriously.

Sadly, however, he forgot his sunglasses at home today, and so as he trudges through the yard he is both squinting and attempting to shield his eyes with one hand. His hood is up, and his sleeves are pulled right over his fingers. If he had a bandana he'd be wearing that too. Alas. And yet, despite his apparent allergy to the sun, he stops to take a look at what this gent is doing. Wet sneakers in the grass and all.

"Hey," he says, by way of greeting. He could just walk on by, but...whatever, he's feeling extra friendly. Call it overcompensation for his fear of the recent anti-cruorvore activities.