There's a slight stiffness in his body which arises from the man's very presence though he was not readily aware of it quite yet, the elevated heat making Von Karma sweat slightly beneath his collar. The sudden presence of an glaringly orange-suited man does make him draw up his eyes in shock, jaw slackening for a split moment before he pushed up at the last possible moment. Unfortunately the subway car jolts and sends him falling face first into the man's suit coat headlong, hands splayed on both sides of that barrel chest like a nimble cat catching itself in the midst of a fall.

"C-cannot...be," he mumbled as he quickly righted himself, a red imprint from the other's massive button square on his forehead. He smoothes it away with one hand, frowning at the other with a calculating stare. Manfred was doubtlessly surprised.

"How long have you been here?"