"Clay Danvers," he said by way of introduction. He wasn't usually the social type, so a lot of people around here didn't know him, or at least didn't know him well. He was generally fine with that.
But he was also a pack animal, and he'd started looking at everyone here on Paradiso as part of his new pack. So they had to be taken care of, and kept safe. Shelter was one of the first parts of that.