So far she's not wrong. It's not that he's vain enough to love the sound of his own voice, but Horvath has a deep love of words, and the use of them, and the freedom to speak freely here is a gift he's welcomed. He's not sure he's good with people, but he does like people, unless they give him a good reason not to.

"It... does happen, I'm afraid, that some people arrive here via death..." The look he gives her when he says this is cautious, gauging, but he's quick to continue. "But unless you recall some traumatic event that had you on the point of that, just prior to your arrival here, I wouldn't worry. Most of us simply slip through a temporary crack by misstep, and return home without incident. I've been going back and forth here for years now, and I'm none the worse off for it."

He's glad to see her approaching him, and up close he does tend to loom because he can't help it, but the cane and the extra pounds lend him the air of someone friendly and relatively non-threatening. "It's... possible to take things home, yes. I'd do so with caution. People will wonder where they came from, you know." Now that she's closer he offers a hand in greeting. "Maxim Horvath, by the way. Merlinian." He's not sure whether the last part will mean anything to her, but he does tend to lay all his cards on the table, when he's in the Nexus.