Most people might immediately be alarmed by the apparition of a long, suited, helmed someone where previously there had been none. But none of them had seen the things that he had on the regular since he was very young. He knows better than to react with anything more than polite interest. It morphs into something close to relief when he realizes that he recognizes the suit, if not the helmet with its glow. Eleanor.

He can't speak up like this, so he simply lifts a hand in return. He smiles faintly, a small plume of bubbles escaping his nose.