Shrike walks along, looking down toward his watch and muttering to himself. Apparently, a new mercenary had been assigned to the Monkey Wrench, and Shrike was supposed to guide them to the ship once they met up to collect them.

He'd look up, his eyes widening as he'd take you, the new face, right in. He felt like all the blood he had in his body just rushed to his face. Gosh, he was usually so casual when he saw something — or rather, someone — he liked, he quickly got it together, grinning widely up toward you.

" Hola, aren't you a sight? Welcome to the Monkey Wrench, " Shrike grinned, wiggling his eyebrows as he'd extend his hand for you to shake.