A voice spoke from the other side of her, its owner a lanky man in a strangely colored suit and turtleneck sweater with a blonde mullet and sunglasses with mismatched lenses. "Hey, you're with Knightwing, aren't you?" The man had a large drink in his hand and- judging by the way he was swaying- had already put away more than a few. "Yeah, yeah," he continued before Colleen had the chance to answer. "You and your partner bailed out a buddy of mine. He gave me your card in case I, ya know, get into any trouble." The man took a slug from his drink and then held out his hand, "Name's Tom- or, or no. Mathemanic."