Perusing the tables, ladened with all kinds of food stuff Richard had come to a rather... Richard-like problem. If he was the social type, yet still retaining other aspects of his personality, he might well have poisoned this food. He knew fine well the likelihood of this being the case was far outweighed by the likelihood that it wasn't yet it still kept Richard on edge. On the side of it being poisoned was the fact that this was a swimming party, something he had never heard of despite how common they were, one would be able to accurately gauge a person's physical strength through sight at this event. So much skin exposed and quite a lot of tight costumes, it was almost too simple. Richard, despite his size, was quite strong.
His training more focused on dust, however, his primary method of combat being focused on throwing dust and his weapon so his arms, bizarrely long as they were, were quite well toned. The rest of his body was relatively typical for a slightly athletic person, not incredibly muscular but lacking a lot of body fat. He certainly wasn't in peak physical condition though. A quick glance around told him that most others weren't quite as obvious as him, especially the one girl even shorter than him... the host's sister or daughter perhaps? But she had been on the airship... hadn't she?
Regardless Richard returned to the task at hand, figuring out whether or not this food was poisoned... it all smelt good but he knew not to let that throw him off. On the side of the food not being poisoned... well... he had come to accept not everyone was as analytical as him at this academy. Most of them looked like dumb body builders or self-absorbed athletes rather than intellectual types. There had been some less stable people of course but they seemed to be more the... over the top type. That and if someone did want to discover the strengths of the academy's hunters they could just hang around the training arena for some time, likely to greater effect. He was about to reach for a muffin, figuring that it would be harder to bake in poison than to mix it like in the drinks (Though sealed cans were there) when he was approached almost simultaneously by two women. Both taller than him.
The blue haired one arrived first, having some kind of gnarly face tattoo which immediately did intrigue Richard, extending a hand to him. Having not seen her on the ship, he was fairly certain he would recognise such distinct features, and judging by the extended hand and speech... she was probably the hostess. This was good, he could probably figure out whether the food was poisoned or not before eating it then. Taking her extended hand Richard shook it somewhat loosely, he was about to speak when the blonde one said a shortened form of his name... this form did annoy him but he didn't let it show.
Externally he simply responded, "Oh, no. You must have me mistaken for someone else." Releasing the woman's hand he ceased shaking it, now addressing the two simultaneously, "My name roughly translates into tong, funnily enough, as Hunter. More accurately "The one who Hunts." Names are quite strange where I come from. Hunter will do fine." Turning more to Hydra than the other girl, "Thank you, it's nice to meet you Hydra. I don't come to many social events so please don't take it wrongly or hold it against me if I vanish early. I'm not the most social person. You must be new to the academy, welcome, what's your major?"
He then turned to the blond girl who seemingly had antlers of some description, "And who might you be?" It was easier to tell an alternate truth than it was to a lie. To liken it to train tracks, in order to lie you had to put whole new tracks down... to tell a different truth was simply flicking a switch to change the route the train was running. From one natural route to another. Richard had not lied yet, having complete neutrality on his lazy looking face as he typically did. He would have been quietly analysing the two girls, the blue haired one who intrigued him especially, but in this situation he felt he had to remain incredibly normal. This girl who he had never met before seemed to know things about him. Richard wasn't the most social of people and so, while people knew the lazy hunter of short stature, to know his name wasn't incredibly common. Let alone to think to shorten it. Heck, he was probably better know as "That guy who hangs out with the weird hairy monkey looking faunus." His chimp was more social than him.
This meant either this girl had been watching him, she'd been at the academy longer than he thought, or that he wasn't being as subtle as he thought. The first and the last were troubling but the second was a positive, to be able to analyse one of his peers and pick at their brain would give him an advantage.