[Well, the welcome wagon could always be worse. Like alien-level worse. Still, a party seemed as good of a place as any to start, so he made his way over after pocketing the pamphlet that had suddenly appeared in his hand.
Matt lingers near the drinks, a glass of punch in one hand, and glances around at people as they gather at the party. After a few moments, he pulls the pamphlet out of his pocket with his free hand and begins to slowly pour through it, furrowing his brows. He occasionally glances up, looking for anyone that may just seem out of place in the city.]
Matt Miller | Saints Row IV
Matt lingers near the drinks, a glass of punch in one hand, and glances around at people as they gather at the party. After a few moments, he pulls the pamphlet out of his pocket with his free hand and begins to slowly pour through it, furrowing his brows. He occasionally glances up, looking for anyone that may just seem out of place in the city.]
Excuse me—!