[The broadcast piques Simon's interest, although he sits back at first and lets the others swarm the new face. He watches some of the conversations go by, and particularly the one with Tiffany, till he thinks he's got a grasp on things: inmate, Earthling, seemingly kind, displaced by time and space and death. By the time Simon cuts in, well after the others, he knows what he wants to say. Or, more importantly, he knows he wants to know more.
His accent is pure Dublin Irish, his face... probably a little jarring, to someone still used to the wholly human: he is very obviously and unabashedly undead, his face bloodless, eyes white. Despite that, his expression is warm, voice friendly.]
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His accent is pure Dublin Irish, his face... probably a little jarring, to someone still used to the wholly human: he is very obviously and unabashedly undead, his face bloodless, eyes white. Despite that, his expression is warm, voice friendly.]
Welcome aboard, Ricki. Are you settling in okay?