Robert Woodrow came into the room, thankful he was able to get time of from his flight duties. The most noticable thing about him being his bright orange suit, some smirks emerging from the guests, he didn't care, strolling along into the room, as always, alert for anything unusual. Everything was, in fact, rather pleasent, he then saw the countess, heading over to her.
"Ahh countess" He took a low bow "a happy birthday to you, i wish you a healthy and prosperous year"
