By the time he stumbles into the housing area of the guild, Ali has already familiarized himself with the surrounding area with success resounding enough to land a mission and a big glass of ale in his hand. The place fit him easily, so it's not the rugged appearance, the unruly attitude, or the smell of said alcohol he'd long since downed on him that makes him stand out. That distinction is left to his suit, a staple of the job as a Gundam pilot he'd left behind. He's been carrying the helmet around with his hair loose, the greetings he offers fellow initiates friendly, but aggressive.

Whoever's in the immediate area is going to get a resounding slap on the back. Maybe this is his new roommate? He's supposed to be sharing the place, or so he'd heard.

"Yo! Nice place, huh?"

Is it really nice, or is he just the kind of guy who'd call a dump like this home?