Eusine was busy considering the logistics of shaking the hand of someone with blades for fingers when the last bit completely distracts him from his attempt at introducing XLR8 to the wonderful world of human greetings.

"You have?!" he exclaims, perhaps a bit too frantic for someone who is supposedly famous. Though to be fair, anyone would be excited to know an alien knows them. Unless said alien is an assassin hell-bent on murdering them, of course. But let's not think about that. "I mean- of course you have! After all, I'm the most promising hero of my generation. Journalists line up to get my interview!"

Well, he knows one journalist at least. Surely she'll want to interview him soon.