They really should come up with more than a few things around here, like a better and more normal way to welcome people. Not that Carmel was a terrible way to be welcomed into this place. He shot a grin her way when he heard her voice and headed over. "I'm actually relieved that it's not aliens. I don't have much up here anymore, either," he said, tapping his head.
Then he noticed what she had been cleaning. "There's a bar here? Definitely better than prison then." The only alcohol he had drank in the past three years had been the hideous stuff that you fermented in toilets, and he had still drank the stuff, even if it tasted like pure poison.
He walked over and sat down at the bar, still smiling at Carmel. "Sorry, three years in prison have made me forget my manners a bit. I'm Reggie," he said, offering his hand to her. "And I've got to say, if you're the welcoming committee of this place, they've done a hell of a job choosing you."