She didn't spill the juice on him, but her reaction to him made him jump with a start. He recovered quickly, and ran his good hand over his face, straight through to his hair. "I should apologise. I didn't mean to sneak up on you," he said.
"You're Klara?" he asked, though he knew that she was. "Phil told me about you. I'm Jack." He offered his hand. Thankfully his right hand was made of skin and bones, rather than metal like the left.