Heading this way, pausing every now and then to tilt his head down and to the side, the frowny curves between his eyebrows deepening a little in concentration. And then, a gesture or two at the thin air, one word (green, red), and he moves on.

It isn't long before his eyes light on the new-faced, fresh-faced-- No, make that deer in headlights-faced woman by the entrance. Emma. Emma gets the tell-tale warning that a hug is coming; his arms spread wide in the plain ol' good cheer of the perfect host.

"Darling, I thought you'd never get your fine self indoors, you must be freezing!"