From the perpetually furrowed brow and baffled blue eyes, it was quite clear that the blond man had trouble catching things. "Ah... pardon? I mean. Hm. I... ah... well, pleasure, I suppose? My... ah... well. I work in the greenhouses."
He smiled widely, as though that naturally explained everything there was to know about him. However, after a second's pause he did add, "My name is Sebastian Handsel. Ah. Doctor. Doctor Handsel. You, ah... on the thing? You said I should come. So I'm... I'm here. For... for the new paint. Well, not... ah... not for that, obviously. I mean. You cleaned it up... well."
His eyes shifted away from the older man, darting back over the walls and windows before resting on Father Thorne's face. The smile never once faltered, but it was obvious from his speech patterns that he was nervous. There wasn't any help for it, and he knew that there wasn't actually a good reason for it. He hoped it didn't give a bad impression. Honestly, he felt a lot more comfortable talking to others over the network, where it didn't take quite so much effort to force out the words.