[ooc: The minute I saw Alessa, I had to zero in on her...xD]
Metatron stepped quietly into the room, his bare feet soundlessly hitting the floor. He'd tried to dress nice for the occasion. He was actually wearing a suit! Minus the jacket, anyway. He wore white slacks, a light blue button down shirt and a deep blue tie. His hair was longish (for a man, anyway - sometimes his hair threatened to hide his eyes), loose and light blonde as usual, his gentle gaze glancing over the room. It touched him, really, how wonderful these people were. Even though he hadn't truly gotten to know any of them exceptionally well...
He liked them all. Even the one who made him a tad nervous in the ultra-destructive department, if the bomb he'd sensed was any clue.
He walked about without particularly trying to draw attention to himself until his gaze settled on Alessa and he became curious. He wandered over to her and bent down to try the same sort of cracker and spread mix. "Do you like it?" he tilted his head to one side curiously.