Mitch smiled and nodded once in thanks, stooping under the door and into the house. "Thank you, Marisol," he smiled down at the woman. He would probably continue being formal for a while yet; ex-con or no, he was still polite when deserved. 
The house was busy with people, including a very excited Harpy and a guy who looked like he had the wings and tail of a dragon. He'd seen all types in prison, and so had learned to identify various Myths, although the green-haired girl's origin still eluded him. Maybe she *was* human, who knew? It probably wasn't any of his business anyway. 

The Harpy fluttered forward, and Mitch couldn't help but remark that she was just like a child, despite looking older. Maybe it was a Harpy thing?
"Hey," he greeted her, "I'm new. My name is Mitch." He gave a little wave before looking around the house from where he stood, noticing the dragon listening from the kitchen. He chose to ignore it. 
"I hate to ask," he asked, to no one in particular, "But can someone show me around? Specifically to the unoccupied rooms? I'm not picky."