Graff nearly jumped out of his skin when the hand landed on his shoulder. He was frozen for a moment before he managed to turn and get look at the appendages owner. He looked up, letting out a relieved sigh. The mere fact that there was somebody around willing to take a moment to reassure him was a huge comfort and more than he had really expected from a group that looked like this one did. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad, he thought.<br/><br/>With a wide sincere smile that looked a little too big for his thin face, Graff grabbed Evan's hand and gave a firm, practiced shake. "Graff Witherwood," he declared, his voice somewhat strained, though that was just how he sounded. 'And, um, thanks," he said, letting himself to chuckle. He took the moment as well to get another look around at the crowd that was dispersing, A lot of them were heading in the same direction, which Graff assume meant aforementioned drink could be found there. He issued a questioning nod toward Evan.