The man tipped his hat gratefully and began shaking a liberal amount of salt into his glass.  After stirring it for a few moments with his finger he gulps it down bit by bit, ending with a pleased sigh.  "Ahhh...truly there's nothing quite so refreshing..."<br/><br/>With a pleasant look he surveyed the room, a bit eager to make the acquaintances of any regulars.  The idea of the Club had excited his curiosity.  Isolation was a truly hideous thing, especially when in a crowd.  Here though, there were individuals who might very well share his social troubles.  Vampires would certainly be the most common among them, though even they found trouble assimilating in modern society.  At least he could wander about freely when the sun was high in the sky.<br/><br/>After a moment he notices Zola, or at least the shocking palette of her dreadlocks.  His face broke into another broad smile.  "What a grand display, madam!  I don't think I've ever encountered such a...curious hairstyle!  I admire the sort of dedication it must have taken to get everything working just right."