Barclay Odell, [the pirate introduces himself. He steps toward the other man, having resolved he isn't about to get shot in the head by an angry robot?? hopefully??? and offers a smile.] What sort of world do you hail from, Marcus? We have all kinds here. People birthed from giants, ones who've flown through space in space chariots. You're dressed as though you might come from somewhere in the 2000s, if you're from some approximation of the planet Earth. If you aren't, I can't even begin to guess.

[He also offers the man a hand. He has no way of knowing that Marcus is unnaturally heavy, or he'd probably think better of it.]