[After three centuries of living in and around London, Lyall is good at ignoring crowds. It's perhaps a little harder than usual when one is hungry, but he's doing fine so far. It does mean he doesn't notice Tony immediately, until he speaks, though.]

Good day.

[Apparently he's settled on that as the only possible greeting, since it's not terrible time-specific. He takes his purchases and snaps them into his dispatch case, then turns to Tony with a small smile.]

Thank you for meeting me. I have been feeling... decidedly unprepared for this place, these past days.