He slowly unwrapped his fingers from the backpack, returning the handshake. There was a trick to walking the line between blind terror and wariness of a new situation, and he had to walk it cautiously. "Tom, I'd say it's nice to meet you, but I just woke up covered in alien snot...so please don't take offense if I say I'd rather have avoided the meeting."

<A flying man...> Greed lingered in the corner of his mind, but not a touch of it brushed across his face.

"Built like that?" He echoed, keeping the dumb, puzzled look on his face. Looking far more confused and befuddled than he currently felt.