Welt is sitting at a desk, going over some of the Astral Express' history documents. He sips coffee from a mug that says 'number 1 dad', which he insist came out of nowhere. Not that he wasn't the Express' resident father figure anyway, but he'd deny it until the very end. He leans into the page, lifting his glasses and squinting to make out the faded letters on the page. He just sighs, knowing it'll have to be scanned in and edited to show up properly. And here he thought he may be able to dig up some animation resources this weekend. When he hears the door to the small room open, be swivels around to face the sound. He's got a tired, overworked look on his face. After all, the Astral Express was closer to a college crowd than a retirement home. He gives the intruding person a polite smile.

Welt: "Hello, I don't believe we've formally met. I'm Welt. Is there anything I can do for you, friend? A few of th3 Express' residents appreciate me for dad jokes and advice, but I like to think I'm pretty versatile." He fixes his scarf. Even in the smaller room, his presence is comforting.