Erik grinned a bit as the others started to show up, one by one. He was wearing plain old denim jeans that looked a bit on the old side, faded in some spots, sewn or patched up in a few others; but they were the most comfortable pair of pants in the world, as far as he was concerned. He also wore a green short-sleeved shirt that was a bit on the baggy side; it hid his lightly muscular frame. His feet were covered by steel-toed workman's boots, and his ensemble is finished off with a cloth hat on his head, dyed in a forest camo color.<br/><br/>One  by one the others had arrived, three women, three guys including himself...good, good. He was watching the girls, not lecherously, but or creepily, but checking them out nonetheless. With her breasts looking like they might pop out of her shirt, his attention was mostly on Sarah when  she showed up.<br/><br/>"Hi there," He'd say, his Maine accent coloring his words, though he manages to not sound like a hick "I'm Erik. Nice to meet you, Sarah." And then he'd turn his attention to everybody else "Nice to meet you all, in fact."