"Just fine." Sort of. He has a gouge in his shoulder, which he idly brushes a hand across, but otherwise makes no fuss of it.

Well, that's not at all conducive to his attempted inductions. How's he supposed to get close enough to study if she keeps moving away? She pokes his cheek and he doesn't flinch in particular, though he does take note of similarly discolored nails as she does so. It isn't makeup, the application far too even and not porous enough, not with that hint of shininess synonymous without the pancake, nor the dusky shade of a powder finish. Her actual skin.

He sniffs once and then straightens, carding a hand through his hair and peering down at her, for a few moments unspeaking.

"Not... human?"