"Nah. I think you look better without it, it's distracting."

He has seen her before around the barracks, and in the labs. Enough to know that she's an exotic like him, not one of the Cetagandans despite how comfortable she seems in their garb and paint. Shifting his glass to the opposite hand he offers that one to shake, hoping that's a custom she's familiar with. It seems like all the exotics are from different worlds and cultures.

"My name's York."