A man stepped into the lobby - A fairly tall man, it would seem. He was clad in fairly simple attire; A worn, now off-black flight suit that was slightly opened up for the sake of comfort and convenience, evidently not having any other clothing on him to wear for this decidedly non-flight venture. Henry McSteve was his name, or at least it was the name he scribbled down where he landed his Waspu and was shuffled over. His name wasn't exactly the only thing that betrayed his primarily Bretonian decent; his hair color was another one. A vibrant red, the ginger sort. It seemed to be rather... Frizzy, looking to be commonly pushed down by a helmet. He looked fit, though his physique ended there in its quality.
Regardless of appearances, however, the man did as one of the guards told him too; Walk over to the lobby and take a seat. Might take a bit, sometimes busy. That was fine. The seats weren't... Incredibly discomfortable and there were posters on the wall, like a Doctor's office. Save much like one, they weren't so much for reading as keeping your eye's busy, even if the people who put them there might have wanted them read.
