[ ...Alright, that almost gets a little snort out of him. It's more of a huff. But the corner of his mouth crooks, just a little. ]

Saya. Mikhail.

[ He nods his head to her and doesn't extend his hand this time, which is much closer to an actual greeting from him. ]

Place I come from it's just us humans. All this is about as crazy as it comes. How the hell does not shaking someone's hand turn you into a rock?