An olive skinned man strode out towards the van that they just rented, presumably followed by the rest of the Band. "Ah, Sandra, there you are." He smiles slightly as the hint of cherry blossoms hits his nose. Seeing as how the only source of the scent could be Ken, he turns to him and bows. As opposed to Sandra's crisp and polished bow, his seems more natural, almost like he was a frequent world traveler.<br/><br/>"Good day. If you're here, I resume that one of your parents has an interest in our little outing. Paul Alexoudas, Hermes."