[He keeps an eye on her for a moment, turning back when Mirio holds out his hand. For a moment he's baffled as to what to do with it-- but Izuku had introduced him to another very tall blonde man who did the same thing. A handshake, which he'd been told was a western means of greeting that had been growing in popularity in Japan. It made him feel strangely old, but he took the larger hand and shook it firmly.]

I don't mind at all-- I keep meaning to get out and around more of the grounds, anyway. [It's just all really overwhelming so he's very slow about it. His mouth pulls wide in a smile and he laughs softly, nodding.] That's fine, really. Maybe she can answer some questions I have, too! [He loves children, Mirio. Let him love your adopted baby.]