Press sighed. He felt as if he had no friends, and he was probably right. He wasn't exactly social; it wasn't in him to just walk up to someone and say hi. Even back home he only had a few trusted friends. Maybe, just maybe, it was time to change that. After all, he was in a new place, filled with people he barely knew. He spotted a person who looked like he arrived late, judging by the fact that he was the one closet to the entrance they had all come from. Press noticed that he had pointed ears, but that wasn't a concern. After all, there was a person here with fox ears. He walked up to him and said, "Hi there. Um, name's Press, and this is Horus," motioning to his automaton falcon on his shoulder. He tried to give a friendly smile and extended his hand to shake, the one with the metal glove.