He was not there immediately to greet the Blackbird; its passengers were on a fact-finding mission, and Cable wanted them to have a few moments to look around without him there to put them even more on their guard. Of all the people who would come to inspect his island, he felt it was their opinion who might matter to him the most. At least for reasons of sentimentality. At least his father wasn't among them; that wasn't a meeting he was ready for yet.
Soon, he made his way down to the landing platform, flying in to alight five feet from the man in charge of the mission. "Gospodin Rasputin*," he said, offering his techno-organic hand to shake. "Dobro pozhalovatʹ v Providence.**"
He offered the other, weaker, hand to Bobby, along with a more relaxed smile. "Mr. Drake - it's a pleasure. If there's anything you need here, don't hesitate to ask."
Turning his smile to Rogue, he did not offer his hand. "I'll give you the choice of shaking my hand or not, at your ease. Whichever you prefer, you are welcome, and if there's anything I can do for you, please - let me know."
Finally, Cable approached Logan, and he looked him over slowly. He had not seen him in years - or a much older version of him - but there was no mistaking Wolverine. Cable smiled. "It has been a long time," he said quietly. "And you look much better than the last time I saw you; many years younger. I am glad you're here, and there is sapporo in the dining hall - freshly made."
He looked at them, the gods of his people, the friends of those who had given him life; the people he had, even above all the rest, he had come to save.
"I've been waiting for you," he told them.
((OOC: *Gospodin Rasputin: Mister Rasputin in Russian. **Welcome to Providence in Russian.))