Héctor. [He thrusts out his hand automatically, beaming, then laughs in a sheepish way once his theoretical brain catches up with his reflexes. Can't say he'd like to touch squishy flesh either.]

Eh, it's not like I need much to get by. Hopefully it's just temporary and I don't stick around. But thank you!

[What a lousy place to fade this would be. Nothing familiar, nothing comforting. But that's his luck, isn't it? There's not a thing he can do to save himself.]