Warlock stood there, his spindly fingers slowly flexing at his sides and the tendrils sprouting from his head moving like low-tech serpents. Having not completely analyzed earthling body language, the young technarch did not see detect any sort of fright or discomfort.
"Greetings."
Then he wondered why Madison had not closed the fridge door. Wasn't keeping the nutritional materials at a optimal temperate the purpose of the receptacle? Warlock didn't really care if Madison stared at him. Since he arrived on Earth, that was what the humans and mutants had done.