[ He definitely whiffed the handshake. The timing was all wrong, he missed the knuckle tap, and he has no clue what Fabian was doing at the end. The ease Fabian brushes past it with throws him back to suspicions that Fabian has been drinking more milk than it initially seems. Or he's just still being nice.

Krouse lets himself entertain the alternative possibility that this is some immense long con for a second, then dismisses it. No one goes to this amount of effort to secretly be a dick for no apparent reason. ]

Manticores?

[ And while most of his thoughts were on the social nuances of the occasion, some others apparently went wandering down the path of inspiration. He waves his empty cup through the air, improvising his elaboration. ]

Because they're made of the parts of different animals, like the team would be made of people from different universes. And they're intimidating, but arguably majestic.