"Lookin' for anyone, to be honest. Fun sounds to be what the doctor ordered. Else I stay cooped up in me barracks by me lonesome." Preston's hands sunk a bit lower into his pockets as he gave a shrug. "Lead us to the party. Might do us all some good, aye?"
This stranger seemed harmless enough. Preston was trying to figure out where he'd seen him before. Inferno? Perhaps the mess hall? "M'called Preston," he said, extending his hand. 'Mimic' 'round these parts."