The next arrival breezed into the room wearing a slim fitting Italian suit and a smile like the sun, in that it was bright and that if one looked straight at it for too long, one might get a bit uncomfortable. He carried with him a rather sharp but not unpleasant scent, like he had perhaps just peeled a tangerine, after taking a bath in rubbing alcohol.

[color=6FFFFB]"Miss Helena, I suspect that the Uruz rune had something to do with it,"[/color] said Clifton, deftly relieving her of the topmost precarious object and setting it on the table next to the muffins by way of example (since she looked a bit lost), and so that nobody would have to clean coffee and donuts off the floors. [color=6FFFFB]"Don't worry, Miss Amity. Such mishaps are only to be expected at this juncture. A technician will take care of that."[/color]

He dusted off his hands to make sure no stray bits of donut powder had found their way onto them. None had. But he dusted just in case.

[color=6FFFFB]"Hello, my friends. Good to see you up and about, Mr. Sydnous,"[/color] he added specifically, feeling a mild sense of obligation to make sure the lad felt welcome...seeing as their other meeting had ended less than cordially. [color=6FFFFB]"I hope you're getting settled and aquain--"[/color]

He paused abruptly upon spotting the unfamiliar girl.
Clifton's smile remained perfectly cheerful, and to any outside watcher his posture seemed perfectly at ease.

[color=6FFFFB]"I don't believe we've met. Care to introduce yourself?"[/color]

He took an unthreatening step toward her, one hand in his suitcoat pocket, the other extended for a handshake, ready to learn something about the stranger. One could learn a lot about a person from a handshake. Of course, if Kana took his hand, she'd learn something about Clifton too: He had a perfect handshake. Just the right amount of strength in the clasp to be bracing but not uncomfortable, just the right amount of time held to be personal but not awkwardly intimate, just the right intensity of eye contact to be engaged but not creepy. It was a perfect damn handshake.

...Whatever that said about him.

Clifton's other hand, the hand in the pocket, lay on a concealed pistol.

...Whatever else that said about him.