"Sure," Otto agrees with a smile. He's done his best not to appear too intimidating - he knows how he looks - but time and custom in this world have made him somewhat less self-conscious about it. At least, when he's among other metas.

The actuators are capable of more delicacy than their large claws would make them appear. They're also...well, he'll say this much for them, they're very dedicated. If he tells them not to let anything spill, they won't. So he picks up a few other trays with his actual hands, and allows them to scoop up the rest.

"I'm Otto," he introduces himself, as he turns to head after Diana towards the outside tables. "I came in from Excelsior."