"I could have, but I usually just like to do things my own way," he said to Dave, and shook the other man's hand. "Jack Hearth."<br/><br/>"Alright, sure, let's go the way that was opened. But I'm reserving the right to an I-told-you-so," He chuckled a bit as he said this. He frowned for a minute, though, when he looked back down at the page he had signed. There was his name, in ink... he points it out, tapping the spot with his finger. "Well, let's hope things don't get too much weirder then this, eh?"<br/><br/>And on that note, he'd head off for the door that had been flung opened. He's cautious, as he moves, but not so much that he would be slow.