The cleaning crew was making its way into the stands of T-Mobile Arena, the klieg lights had been turned down and Marc-Andre Fleury looked like a kid who had just been told his family was moving to a new town away from all his friends and everything he'd known in life.
Dazed and confused might be a little strong but late on the night of the expansion draft, an hour or so after Fleury had been selected and anointed the face of the Vegas Golden Knights franchise in one fell swoop, the three-time Stanley Cup champion looked a touch diminished in the confidence department.
Fleury is low on swagger to begin with but he does have a quiet way of projecting comfort. He knows who he is and what he can do and he's very at ease with his place in the world and NHL. Somewhere underneath the gentle smile and halting English there is a dragon. A puck snaring, pad kicking, one-timer-defying beast. But that's with the mask down and strapped into position. Every day Fleury, or Flower to everyone who bumps up against him on a regular basis including Golden Knights owner Bill Foley, is amiable and fun loving. The smile may start soft but it explodes into a visage of joy and it arrives with regularity.