"Hi." Richie greet, holding up one of his hands as a sort-of wave. "Uh, yeah, that's me." He stepped in to the (rather nice) apartment, quietly relieved that this Tony guy was already here and he could cross at least one worry off of his list. "Thanks." he told El, forcing a well-practiced smile in her direction. It would be convincing enough, no one here would know him well enough yet to be able to tell the difference.
He took Tony's hand and shook it, there were a few small scratches and faint bruises on his hand and the bit of his wrist exposed by the hoodie's too-short sleeves, but nothing severe or beyond the type of thing you might see on someone who had a hobby working with their hands.
"I'll...just water for me. Unless you've got coffee made." he said at the suggestion of drinks. It wasn't what he wanted, but it was what he would have in front of the girl.