Considering all the other figures he'd been following around, flitting in and out of the fog, he hadn't exactly expected to hear another voice upon entering the establishment. So, hopefully Malcolm will forgive him when he jumps a little. There's a slight, flickering glow in one palm but he'll clench his fist and it fades quickly. Following that is a soft breath of relief and a quick brush of his other hand through his hair as if to smooth out ruffled feathers.

"Maker's breath," He lays a hand over his sternum, "and here I thought I was alone here."

He blinks, looking him over a moment, "You are real, correct?"

Not some demon or spirit playing at being corporeal. "But yes, I suppose you could say, I'm new."

Was it that obvious? Though now that he's looking at the other he is dressed in a way he's not accustomed to.

"Is it always so cheery here?" He wanders over to the bar, eying whatever might be around for drinking.