Timothy wasn't entirely sure what exactly he was doing here. He'd been minding his own business for the most part, doing his duty as a sentinel handler, when he'd gotten called in to be a part of this special team. Of course he'd been fixing to find the blood angel, same as most of the handlers he knew. That was their job, after all. Some handlers didn't think too much of a lone killer running loose, but Timothy thought differently. Volstyggr was large and their forces were small, but they had the Sentinels. A serial killer shouldn't have been let loose for long. As the body count climbed higher and higher, Timothy felt that the angel would inevitably take someone important. He had been proven right, but in the worst way possible.

Timothy looked around the room. He had been a handler for not that long, but he knew everyone in it, with the exception of Vilkas the dragon man. Timothy himself didn't feel that he was particularly exceptional. Although, he supposed that no one he knew had his particular skillset with his particular set of circumstances. Nevertheless, he felt like there were people who would gladly pay for his position in this team. While Timothy lamented the death of Arthur Gothard, he wasn't particularly keen on avenging it. They had barely been aqcuantances, after all. And while he did want to bring the blood angel in, he wasn't doing it out of a sense of justice. The angel was killing people, and Timothy would rather he didn't. 

It wasn't as if he minded the assignment; if the boss said he was on the team, he was on the team. He would give everything he had to bring in the blood angel, and he didn't mind putting his life on the line. So then, there was nothing to do but introduce himself.
"Right, hello Vilkas." Timothy said, mimicing the dragon man's nod. "I'm Timothy."
With that, the young man waited for the rest of the group to make their greetings.