Kratos takes the gesture with a grain of salt. Kratos is most definitely not up for a hug, even with the way that this world is set up. He's much more of a private person.

So, there's no one in the suit. He can't detect any kind of heartbeat, only the sounds of machinery, and that's unnerving. Then again he's met Tabatha, the doll that Altessa made as a vessel for Martel. Wing seems to have much more of a mind than Tabatha ever did, though there was no doubt that Tabatha was alive in a way that Mithos refused to acknowledge.

"I apologize. I've never seen anyone like you before." He meets Wing's eyes. He seems friendly enough, but the angel is guarded as always. "I am Kratos."