The smile he greets the woman with is warm, and soft; despite his physique, he had a rather non-threatening way of carrying himself.  At eased, and relaxed; he had nothing to prove, nothing to compensate for by being big and intimidating. "With a K, actually. I'm part Scandinavian." He explained, a tinge of tiredness, from the long road trip, flavoring his voice. "I'm from Maine, though. Born and raised. How about yourself, Sarah?"<br/><br/>As he asked his question, the lovely Sarah's friend joined them, and he graced her with the same kind smile. "Don't worry about it, Natalie, I'm horrible with names myself." He said with a light laugh. "Anybody hungry? Their's a good stock of stuff here in the house, and I'm good at cookin'," He looked over towards the sealed packets of jerky, and the larger container with the bread in it. "Seasoned deer jerky, made it myself, if either of you are a jerky fan...I also baked some bread. The flat one is acorn, the round one is sourdough. Baked them myself." This is said with a tinge of pride.<br/><br/>"Also got some drinks chillin' in the fridge. brewed them myself. It's a hobby. Feel free to help yourselves whenever you want. two different types of wine, and mead. You'll know it's my stuff when you see the fancy 'E'."