He perked up slightly as he reached out to give the sort of handshake that politicians and CEOs practiced to develop. "Morgan Knight. I was talking to you on the omincomms. Offered you an apple," he added with a wink. (No, he wasn't above turning on the charm just a little.)

Morgan didn't blink as he noticed Nimitz; this was the sensorium, after all. Instead, he offered a hand to sniff, in the manner of one who was around cats quite a bit. "There is, though it's been kind of on hiatus for a year and a day, not literally, thanks to everything we just got through with. I've got to talk to Red Robin about starting that back up... But in absence of that, I don't think finding someone to help you work out the stiffness would be too hard."

He added a quirk of the brows and a grin to the last statement, just in case she didn't realize he meant himself from the words alone.