Larry watches the exchanges with bated breath, noting both in silence. It isn't until the stranger asks a question that he reacts.

He reaches upward to undo the latches. There is a hiss as the air inside and out reach an equilibrium, and gently, Larry lifts his helmet up and into his arms. Beneath the metal is a striking man nearing his thirties, green-eyed with curly hair as red as red can be.

"I can imagine why. I heard he'd brought his dog with him when he paid a visit to their base," he comments, his voice now clear to the air.