Should he smile back? He's trying, he's trying--no, he's too nervous. "Sorry, I'm new, too. They called me Averruncus, god of averting harm." That is a god type making big promises he's sure he can't deliver. "Are you an esper, too?" he asked, pointing at her and moving his finger up and down with the bobbing of her flying. She had also brought paper and writing tools over without touching them.