[Calling Blake a "late arrival" would be generous, at best. While he'd managed to show before the reception, a series of very unfortunate events has led him to missing the organized event almost completely.

When he shows at the reception hall, most everyone's moved on. A few stragglers mingle, but for the most part, it seems that the finger food's been picked over, the chairs and tables have been set askew, and there aren't exactly ushers left hanging around to help one very lost hopeful.

Figures.

Blake's just about to walk out — to ask around and maybe find someone with brass to clear things up — when he sees someone that he recognizes from more than a few forum posts and fan sites, recruitment sessions and advertising. Perhaps the most polished "brass" (in a less-strict sense of the word), if we're being honest, because the Beckets are exactly the kind of people the PPDC like having as front men.

So, when he gets a moment, sees an opening, he slides in and cuts off Raleigh's exit.]

Hey, um. You got a second? Kinda missed the— Well, kinda missed the whole thing, if we're bein' honest. A run-down'd be great.

[He even offers his hand in greeting, even if he doesn't give a name.]