Perada, or Paxton, as all the others seemed to call him, looks up to you as you approach. He eyes up up and down, gaze narrowed, expression hard to read due to the mask covering from his nose down.

"I don't recognize you.. " He states softly and simply, crossing his arms and folding a notepad he had been aggressively writing on into a pocket on his vest.

His eyes are expectant and intentful, waiting for your response.