[ His gaze flickers between them, like he isn't sure smiling is appropriate, but the way they speak to one another implies a level of familiarity he's all too accustomed to. Yeah, he can tell these two must have known each other for a while, or at least know each other pretty well. The banter has the feeling of a well-worn, comfortable argument. He lifts a hand to his mouth, ostensibly to be polite as he clears his throat. ]

Honestly, I wouldn't know what to expect. Seems just as many people are glad to see me alive as pissed at me for being gone in the first place.

Name's Rick Bradbury. Head of security for City Hall. [ He doesn't reach out a hand to shake, but he does incline his head respectfully. ] I usually just go by Bradbury.

[ He trails off at that, hand waving as if to say, 'your turn.' ]