The wolf eased his way into the lobby from seemingly out of nowhere, and said in a low voice "sorry, i'm a little late, just had to take care of one thing that popped up... uh... Lucien Grendel reporting sir... but most people call me Black Jack" giving an informal half salute/half wave. He paused, taking a second to eye the rest of the crew he was struck by a sense of wonder at the odd mixture of the crew... He took a seat in an unobtrusive corner, and went over his contract, signing or initialing where necessary.