When all else fails, cynicism is usually pretty safe to fall back on. There's probably jokes to be had here about vans with candy... But Rhys will behave for now. Mostly. And primarily because he has no idea who's watching- he knows damn well he's just a little out of place in the Big Shiny District of the city. Though at least he's dressed appropriate-ish and his hippie-goth jewelry is mostly subtle or hidden under his shirt.

"Jared Rhys. Everyone just calls me Rhys." He takes the handshake with a quick, easy grip, clearly not concerned with formalities, before he lets it go. "I'm gonna guess you're, uh, new here?"