As he'd said, Luke was waiting for him. Dressed in his usual dark clothing--black trousers and black shirt--with his lightsaber clipped to his side and his expression utterly still and serene, he seemed a little out of place in the middle of a hotel. He was a small man, with white-blond hair and vivid blue eyes that seemed to pierce right through a person-- a funny thought, considering that he was currently facing a man who really could look through someone.
"Hello," he greeted, eyes flickering over the colourful costume in some amount of curiousity-- he'd gotten used to Earth's conservative way of dressing, and had forgotten that there were people who chose more outlandish costumes for themselves. "Superman, is it?" Or was it Clark Kent now, and Superman when he was out of costume? Earth was so complicated, sometimes. "I'm Luke Skywalker. It's nice to meet you." He gave a polite bow, making a gesture to the rest of the hotel. "Mantis and I have already informed Cordelia and the others of your arrival, so it's just a matter of time, now."