"Good afternoon, Mr. Winters." He gave a small smile, glad that he didn't seem too early, holding out his hand for a handshake. "Thank you for meeting with me, and I hope not to take up too much of your time." Bastian almost half-joked that he wouldn't go scouting out for any lost balls he had been too afraid to ask about in the past, but the last thing he wanted was to get off on the wrong foot. A small part of him was also a little fascinated over the sorts of things that he had only read about that the man before him had actually be alive for. The Fall of the Berlin Wall, September 11th, Challenger, Columbia, the invention of the internet, Y2K, THE END OF LOST! ... Okay, he had been alive for the last one, but he had only been like two at the time? That didn't really count if you couldn't remember it.
Bastian wiped his feet on the mat before going in, taking a bit of a look around at everything. Nothing really out of place that he could see. This wasn't about trying to find out anyone's deep dark secrets however. He did have some journalistic integrity even though it could be a little questionable at times. There was no need to try and dig up dirt on a mostly nice old guy.