The concerned look was a fixture anymore, worn almost like a glove. There were times when he truly believed he'd forgotten how to smile.
... There was someone helping him come around though, he had to admit. But she wasn't here, and at the moment? He was indeed having a stressful morning.
"You have no idea." For someone who, until almost ten years prior had NO hands whatsoever, the statement was more than a little ironic. "Kitt." He held out his free hand, the one without the coffee, and offered her more of a genuine smile this time around. He wasn't inclined to make judgements about people based on looks alone, especially not after having arrived here.
After he shook her hand, he nodded over to the building across the street. "I don't suppose you want to take a business meeting for me, do you?"