A young woman slid into the seat next to him and extended her hand.  Yawo took it with his own dark-skinned right hand, shook it once, and let go.  With a smile, "I'm Jack.  Pleased to meet you.  Do you ever find it weird that we can tell who the gods are by how they<em>smell</em>?"  His tone was light, curious, as if the recent explosion had never happened.<br/><br/>[OOC: I heard rumors of an OOC thread where character descriptions would be posted; how's that coming?]