Theodore Flood's return to the world of the living comes mostly with a slow breath inwards, that blank expression resolving into something else. It's not quick, exactly, and he spends several seconds absorbing the place he is in. Whatever it is about the laboratory -- strikingly different to his antiquated costume, his old timey revolver -- seems to settle in his nerves, and he relaxes.

His eyes settle on Mako, and his hand comes up to find the edge of his hat in subtle salutations.