[ Normally, he'd make smalltalk, but as it was, he could understand that anyone would be a little concerned for someone who had a damn killswitch in their head. He followed, before holding out his hand. ]
Thanks, Karen. Mister Peterson, did she tell you why I was coming by? It's a pleasure, of course. [ His handshake would, of course, be cold and metal, and backed by all the strength that Tony Stark's Iron Man suit would provide. Probably not quite the same, but similar enough, but like he could point out, the differences were there. Height, facial hair, eye color, a number of things that made a picture of a man that was very different from the one he'd know. ]
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Thanks, Karen. Mister Peterson, did she tell you why I was coming by? It's a pleasure, of course. [ His handshake would, of course, be cold and metal, and backed by all the strength that Tony Stark's Iron Man suit would provide. Probably not quite the same, but similar enough, but like he could point out, the differences were there. Height, facial hair, eye color, a number of things that made a picture of a man that was very different from the one he'd know. ]