He always stands a little straighter at the faint, familiar tap and scrape. It's a unique sort of sensation, really. Knowing Rachel is close at hand relaxes something in his chest, after all, at the same time it always startles his spine into something like military attitude.

"Ma'am."

He'll never quite lose the impulse toward honourifics. Hopefully it's faintly undercut with the secondary impulse he has to reach for her arm in a faintly affectionate way.

"Well enough. I trust you and Mr. Reynolds are as well?"