There's a blank stare, then Bruno startles. "Oh!" He pushes the door open a bit further and steps back, letting the other actually come in. "It's okay, don't worry about the floor, it's used to a little water." In any other setting that statement would be absurd, but this is a living house, after all. Moreover, the atrium is open to the sky, with all that that entails. "Lemme get you something to dry off with."

A random door swings open and he reaches into the closet it reveals, producing a big, fluffy towel. Just why there's a linen closet in the atrium is anyone's guess.

A voice calling out is preceded by a young girl in riotously colourful clothes: "Tío Bruno, who was at the do--oh!" She stops, blinking up at the stranger, a rapid succession of expressions flickering across her face until she settles on a wry grin, her eyes cutting to the older and slightly smaller figure next to her before going back up. "Just a guess--he forgot to ask your name, didn't he?"

"Uhm," is Bruno's witty rejoinder, holding the towel out toward their guest at arm's length. Then he takes a breath, looking up at the undeniably interesting features of this stranger. "I'm Bruno. And you are?"