At first Nelson almost took offense, but he realized soon enough that maybe Kristoff just hadn't noticed his hand. The man did seem a little "different," though not yet in an unnerving enough way to put Nelson off -- being well-mannered (sort of), attractive, and quiet went a long way with him.

"Well, all the better, maybe. You can help yourself to whatever you need here... there should be plenty of room." Truthfully Nelson thought that Kristoff could stand to own some nicer clothing, but he wouldn't go down that road yet. It was a little too forward. Instead he gestured toward the kitchen.

"Do you like bacon and eggs? Coffee?" He offered, since it was one of the few things he found easy to cook. The coffee was at least already made; he went to pour himself some, if nothing else. "So... where do you come from?"