He's used to being stared at but it still makes him rather self-conscious, especially when he's not sure if it's a good or bad kind of staring -- he's not the best at reading people and there's something a little off about Shrieky that he can't quite put his finger on.

His smile is anxious like the rest of him, as if he is very concerned about what this complete stranger thinks of him. (That is exactly it, actually.) "It is nice to meet you, too -- I mean, in person, anyway." He holds a hand out for him to shake, his right hand, hoping to breeze right past any awkwardness.