"Pardon."<br/><br/>When he spoke however, it was obvious why he didn't need a microphone. His voice rang out like thunder on a desolate field, "Hello! I apologize for takin' so damn long to introduce m'self. Name's Franklin N. Steiner, don't ask what the N's for, you might regret it.", of course he pauses a moment, "I'm also a Private Investigator of the Paranormal, Abnormal, and just plain fucking weird.", his teeth bare as he laughs to himself.<br/><br/>"I'm also not human-", he frowns, "If that's a problem, tell me now, if it isn't? Don't follow the crowd with how to treat me.", and with that, he bows his head, "Also, call me Frankie. It's easier."- after that little ending credit, he'd jumped off the stage, landing on the floor with a bone-jarring thump. And walked right calmly back to his seat. Well, it's obvious he might be a very, very polite man... For a monstrous bruiser looking sort.