[The voice so close startles him at first then he looks and sees the man he'd come to see - further away than he'd expected by the sound of him but he shrugs that off for now. He indeed has no idea about the tiny umbrella or even the straw - and the menu would be confusing with choices - but for now he offers a smile as he steps closer, and a nod of greeting. The smile is a much gentler and more genuine smile than Beck ever had. It reaches all the way to the softer look in his eyes.]

Nice to meet you. Pardon my not shaking your hand, sir...

[His left hand is held out to the side, very much trying to not let it touch anything.]