*looks over with raised eyebrows when he hears that familiar voice*
Egalmoth! So it is. *gives you a nice, bone-crushing handshake* How's Turvo's treatin' ya? What, you couldn't find any decent food around town? Had to come all the way to Hísilómë to drop by our fine establishment?
*gives Marty a little rib-cracking nudge as if to say "you see? we have a reputation to protect!"*