He struggles to pull his hood back down, a slight grin on his face. His hair seems to be having some trouble, as it's out of its normal neat organized rows and is a silver-grey mess that he sets to working with his fingers as best as he can.

"Mistaken? Have you seen someone like myself before?"

It could be possible. Perhaps it was his future self.

At her further comment, though, he stared at her in surprise. Was she actually offering to help? The idea seemed strange.

"... a towel would be appreciated, yes."