Doing this? Xeno glances down at himself, around, his hands, which he then wipes off a little on his coat, tumbling looser dirt off his palms. "It seems that I am," he says, then properly getting to his feet in the slightly haphazard, gradual way that tall people do, taking care to mind the plants he's surrounded by.

"I keep plants at home, sensitive ones, and seeing as I can't very well tend to them--"

He gestures vaguely, his smile ever-present and mild, as if he put it on and forgot about it. "Fish. It's nice to meet you properly, of course. I hope no one minds, this, I just thought the weeds were getting on."