Matthias turned, blinking as the strange-haired woman approached him, sitting straighter as she drew closer and stopped. There was a question, a motion to the seat across from him. He considered for a moment, scanning her quickly before smiling and nodding. "Yes, of course," he said, leaning back and motioning the the chair. "I don't mind at all." His voice held a slight accent, faded to a small after thought in his voice. It was low and a little nasally.

He watched her as she sat, smile still on his face as he looked her up and down. Finally, he shifted in his chair and held out his hand for her to shake. "It appears I don't seem to know you. My name is Matthias Beliveau. May I ask your name?" His tone was curious and polite, heading tilting to the side as he lifted his eyes to meet her's.