Dat what people call ya, or d'ya got a nickname? *laughs, grunting slightly* 'Riggin,' mostly, or 'You clumsy idiot!' *was delivering a vase of roses to one of the actresses and dropped it, earning her lasting contempt*

Whaddaya look like? *as he is hidden, does not find this as odd a question as some of the others* 'Bout five-ten, blond hair, black eyes. It's unusual enough. *somewhat wryly* Attractive enough to flirt with, but too rough-hewn for anything else. *shortly after the incident with the flowers, received a rather emphatic turn down, but is only a tiny bit bitter*

How old are ya? I'm twenty-two. 'Bout the average age aroun' here.

What kind o' work d'ya do? Actor, stagehand, what? Stagehand. *finally hefts the flat into place* I wouldn't mind acting, but, heck, they've got enough a' those. *really would like a chance on stage, but has been told not to push it a few too many times by a few too many people*

How 'bout tellin' us a little 'bout yerself? Ya know, what kinda personality ya got? Personality? I got personality coming out of my a - *ach hem* - ears. *grins* 'Sadly coarse for someone of my breeding.' *winks* I think I'm friendly enough. I like a laugh and I like a challenge. *and makes plenty of both for himself* According to my mother I'm a failure, according to my father I'm an idiot who won't receive a penny from him, according to the ladies *the mocking emphasis refers to the actresses* I'm just a stage hand. Don't rate anywhere. Just plain Riggin to everyone else. *winks again* Everyone knows Riggin. *laughs at himself*