Most people had to look up to see him anyway. He definitely went above and beyond the average height. "Don't worry," he commented with an amused sort of look on his face, "I don't intend on damaging your plane." He had learned to interact with various objects with a certain amount of delicacy over the years. With strength like his, he had to. It was a bit of a problem when he was younger. He was a little more reckless with the objects and people around him. Breaking chairs on accident, pulling doors off of hinges -- it was a tough childhood, especially when he had to constantly look over his shoulder in fear that someone might figure out that he wasn't exactly human.
"Metropolis, too," he noted. "It seems impossible to stop any of the horrors that have plagued this city." His gaze followed Terry's as he spoke. Then he looked back down at him. "But we're going to fix this. I know it." And it showed. He looked more than determined to make sure that this city would be safe and sound by the time he returned to where he belonged.