Armand stood as the stranger spoke to him. Despite his alert need, he'd been too absorbed in his worries to see the man approach. "I am Armand St. Just," he said. "M. Mustang, I hope?"

His bandaged hands made him feel even more awkward than he'd be normally, and he fidgeted slightly before crossing his wrists behind his back, out of sight. Then he plunged right on without waiting for an answer to his question. "I was told days ago that I should speak with you. Certain matters make me unable to participate in the Arts & Crafts Club, but I wanted to learn more of your organization."

In many ways, he feared he was wasting this busy man's time, but he had to enquire or it would nag at him that he hadn't tried hard enough.