[ There's humor in the quirk of Caleb's lips, a small smile that nonetheless reaches his eyes, deepening the creases at the corners. After he gives her hand a brief squeeze, he releases it. ]

To tell you the truth, I almost don't recognize myself recently. I am glad it isn't bad, at least.

[ The last time he was clean-shaven was almost a year ago, so his reflection hasn't stopped catching him by surprise yet. She, however, looks just as he expected; even prettier in person, actually. There's a certain personal quality unique to seeing someone face-to-face, talking and moving and real, that a picture just can't capture. ]

But it is good to meet you, Yor. [ Caleb's voice is soft and raspy, with a gentle but distinctive accent that people from Earth would call German. There's also an edge of nervousness beneath the reserved warmth, carried through in the slight tension he holds himself with, hands sliding restlessly into his pockets. ] I never really know how to put this, because this place barely lets you get used to the water before throwing you in the deep end, but I hope your first few weeks haven't been too bad.