Bertie's just been heading toward the bulletin board, happy he can check it during the day, now. It just makes carrying a conversation in passive-aggressive sticky notes so much easier when everyone is awake for the thing. The chap who approaches is familiar. Or at least his coat is. Just how common is silver hair in Riku and Ienzo's world? It seems to be something popular enough.

At the other man's nod, Bertie waves and smiles at him. "What ho and welcome! Just arrived? How do you do?" He holds out a hand to shake once he's close enough. "Bertram Wooster. You can call me Bertie."