[ Oh, thank God, is Gansey's first thought. His second is that he would likely assume this man is some sort of uncomfortable lumberjack, if not for the presence of an actual sword. And guns, as well, though not the sort Gansey is (unfortunately) used to. These look like relics from the seventeenth century. Flintlock, he assumes, until he catches a better look at the handle - is that a traditional wheel-lock mechanism? Fascinating. Maybe he should -

speak, actually, before this man thinks he's insensible. With a sudden, bright smile, he recollects himself. ]

So, standard crowd-management procedure. I was trying to be polite, but I can't imagine why they'd want anything signed, anyway.

[ Deftly, Gansey adjusts the file under his arm and holds out his hand, ostensibly to shake Athos'. ]

Hello. It's a pleasure to meet another import. I only arrived today, but I'm sure you could tell that already. My name is Gansey. What can I call you?