Thankfully his body did not have any... untoward reactions on the way to Greer's apartment. He was glad to be able to set her down and take a few deep breaths while resisting the urge to scratch at his chest and abs. That might seem rude. What? It tickled!
Greer's place did not seem modest at all to Mikaal, who until very recently had pretty much been living in the streets. He was from a warrior culture anyway. Things that looked Spartan to Earth people were downright luxurious to him. Living with Tony in that big apartment all those years had not made him forget that.
Mikaal looked down at himself. He was dusty and dirty from the rubble. There was probably car oil on his back. Whoa. Was that orange cat hair on his belly? Nah. Probably a trick of the light. He cleared his throat. "I. Uh. Don't wanna dirty up your nice couch. Where's your restroom, please?" He figured his boots were probably already doing a pretty good job of ruining Greer's carpet anyway. No need to add to that. "Or maybe I should just sit outside."