Mr. H had been watching the comings and goings of his fellow shelter volunteers, when he wasn't watching the outside of the center for any attacks. This place should be safe, but it never hurt to have an extra eye out just in case.

However this girl seemed to be putting out a bit more of an effort then others. A sign of nervousness perhaps? Or maybe something else.

He decided it would be prudent to make some small talk with her. Though it was a bit of a difficult walk for him. Seeing as Labramon was clinging to his leg, too many peoples in one place. "Aaaaaaah, what a day. How ya doin' kid?"