He wasn't anticipating a video connection, either. He's in his cabin, and his hair is sticking up funny, and he isn't even properly wearing black. "Natashka?" Gathering his wits up, scrubbing the flesh hand over his hair in an attempt to tame it down a little, he tries again, "Uh. Hi."

Well, he seems a little more there than the last time she met him, at least.