He takes the cup of coffee with a grateful smile, sipping at it slowly as he eases down onto the bench, the dog and cats still playing together off to the side.

"Lara Quinn of Watersong, yes?" He says as he shakes her proffered hand. "Er, I'm not new, not exactly." He takes a long drink from his coffee before continuing, reveling in the last few seconds she doesn't recognize him or his name. "I'm Fabrice Coombs, you've probably seen me in the paper. But it's nice to meet you."