Dexter was the next through the doors. He'd been trying to get home from work for what had seemed like hours. He was cold. Very cold. Miami never got cold like this, and there wasn't a stitch of warm clothing in his closet. He'd had to snag a jacket from somebody at the station, and even that wasn't as thick as it needed to be. He was freezing from head to toe.
Giving up on actually getting home, Dex ducked into the first door that he'd come to. Which happened to be some sort of old theater containing other people already in it.
"Hope I'm not unwelcome." he said, though at this point he didn't particularly care. They could try to kick him out, or ignore him completely. As long as he was warm, he wasn't going anywhere.
He didn't recognize any of them, though. That was a shame. It might have been easier to take being trapped in a place if he had known somebody. Well, no time like the present to make some new friends.
"I'm Dexter." He offered. Just as he said it, he recognized the guy from the library. The one who hadn't thought their show had been particularly interesting. Dexter wasn't the sort to sigh.