[ When the partition lowers to reveal the other occupant, Lighter's brows lift slightly, what's visible of his expression relaxing in wonder. ]

To be fair, I also didn't expect to have such butterfingers. [ He clears his throat, still idling near the glassware he'd dropped and shattered everywhere, the sharp slake of alcohol heavy in the air for the drink he'd dropped along with it. ] You're not exactly what I expected either, while we're counting... but it seems like that's the name of the game here, isn't it?

[ Well. Welcome to his abode where he's been a little like a bull in a china shop. ]