<div class="floatright">(http://a4.ec-images.myspacecdn.com/images01/88/7c1e43c4d6150eedc41be33f7793b46e/l.jpg)</div><br/>Michael took a sniff at the fries and smiled, then threw a look over his shoulder when someone called his name.  He glanced at the barkeep momentarily and--when he saw no complaint--rose and crossed to the table the smoker was calling his attention to.<br/><br/>The young man scowled for a moment--he hated the smell of cheap tobacco.  He nodded, "I guess so.  Miranda sent you then?"<br/><br/>Shiva's enthusiastic greeting brought a bittersweet smile to his lips.  Dancer had that sort of energy too her.  It wasn't more restrained in her so much as a little more focused.  He extended a hand, "Nice to meet you, Shiva.  I'm Michael."<br/><br/>Excited to be here?  He shrugged.  "I guess so.  I've got a long way to go, a new step on the journey is always exciting."<br/><br/>He hadn't exactly expected his journey to take this sort of twist...  The young man's face fell back into the sullen pout that the once cheerful muscles weren't quite acclimated to yet.