He frowns for a moment, thrown both by her easy acceptance of his new appearance and by what she says, before he realizes that yes, his face feels odd. Raising a hand to touch his chin, his frown deepens. He's grown used to having a beard in his time on the Surface, but it never felt as long and unkempt as this.

"Oh."

Kate squeezes him tight as she hugs him again, and Benedict lets himself relax into her hold, carefully pressing his unkempt cheek to the top of her head.

"Yes, alright." Home. "I need dry clothes, anyway. I'm getting you all wet."