Tarvek had stuck to clothing that seemed relatively close to what he was used to, what those from another reality would call 'Victorian,' though he would have no idea who Queen Victoria was. His coat was of fine blue velvet, though didn't have nearly enough embroidery on it, and his slacks were simple dark grey. His unusual red hair was neatly confined in a tie at the back of his neck, and a pair of pince-nez spectacles perched on his nose.
He pulled open the door and bowed slightly. "Ah, Miss Abby. It's a pleasure to meet you in person." He raised an eyebrow slightly at her attire, but Sparks always did tend to be eccentric.