<div class="floatleft">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sS5GEw7P6vE/TrTQiEbP-NI/AAAAAAAAA1M/ZM-3VxdEvnA/s1600/Alex+Pettyfer+00.jpg)</div><br/><br/><strong>Name: </strong>Thomas Medfield<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Gathering Room<br/><strong>Tag: </strong>Elizabeth Johnson<br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Thomas smiled at her as she shook hands with him... was that... a little too formal? He had to ask himself. He felt the way she squeezed his hand, telling him that she certainly wasn't going to be shy. "Lizzy... it is a nice name." He repeated after her as he looked around the place. "Yeah... I was expecting things to be even more diverse but hey, I'm happy that everyone here looks civilized." He said, you could never tell with this vacation things, somethings all kinds of wackjobs got in and the good people needed to be forced to put up with them. "Oh... you are very charming yourself." He said to her, resisting the urge to not blush when she said that. "In fact... I'd say you were the first person that drew my notice when I walked into here." Smiling he sat down beside her, not so close that he was touching her, but certainly close enough.<br/>