Almost dazed, Luke reaches out and shakes the hand. A few days ago he might have shrunk away at that, but... this place had already been having an impact on him. Andrea Martin hadn't shown him any hatred, he'd sort of repaired the relationship between himself and his best friend, and someone who had every right to hate him had said somethings that left Luke feeling like... maybe he had some direction. Maybe he could make friends.

Not that he was expecting to with Raleigh Becket of all people. He already felt bad just holding him up. But at least he doesn't embarrass himself further by shrinking up and scampering off before he can do something to offend one of the most famous heroes on the planet. He even smiles. It's even genuine.

"Yeah, fine. I just... looking around?" If he comes off sounding uncertain it's because he is. "Uh... obviously not doing a great job of that, though."