As Johnson's hand reached out towards Victor a protrusion of brown fuzz extended out from behind his back. Both ears and now a tail perked up on Victor as his eyes turned towards Johnson's introduction. It took a noticeable moment before he even moved. With Johnson's hand still hanging in the air, Victor began to mumble something. It seemed he was thinking very carefully about what to say, a concerned look growing on his face as he turned to the floor of the carriage.

[color=brown]"I'm..."

"I'm Victor..."[/color]

Victor looked up and away for a moment to make a quick scan of the carriage. He caught the pirate's boots, the twin's sitting side by side, the bare feet girl, messed-up-face-chick, the dress wearing young lady, and then the wheels of that artist's wheelchair made him turn away quick. Victor did not want her to glare at him anymore. Finally he looked back towards Nils and Johnson only now noticing a hand still hanging in the air. Beginning to fall now maybe?

[color=brown]"...Oh, I'm so very sorry."[/color]

He reached his hand out and shook Johnson's with a remarkably firm gripped shake and reconstituted composure.

[color=brown]"Very nice to meet you. You said you were Beauty and the Beast's child?"[/color]