The man looks to be lost in thought, staring out the window, his brow furrowed. He clicks his tongue, turning and preparing to leave.

...He hadn't been expecting anyone to enter the room, seeming surprised when he turns and sees you. Without so much as a second thought, he extends a hand in greeting, waiting for you to shake it. He beams brightly. "Hey! I'm Battler, it's good to meet you."