After his comment, Vivian went ahead and hopped down, briefly looking off balance as she landed. Once she was steady again, she shrugged. "With the way that you're dressed, I think it'd take a lot more than that to make you look bad." Giving him a brief smirk, she then turned to the door, lightly knocking on it with the back of her hand. After a few seconds of no response, she began to rock back and forth on her feet, already growing impatient. "Hmm..."
This time, with her hand balled into a fist, she hit the door again, making a much louder impact. Any harder and it probably would have cracked. Apparently, the second attempt had been loud enough to warrant a slightly muffled response from the other side.
"Just... wait, dammit."
Despite the tone of the comment, it only made Vivian chuckle. Some seconds later, the door finally unlocked and open. Behind it stood a man that, while easily reaching six feet tall, still had to look up to get a proper view of Michael. Unsurprisingly, the look on his face was one of skepticism. It took the force of Vivian jumping into him and wrapping her arms around him to distract him for a moment. "Hey, kiddo."
Right away, it would rather be obvious that the two had barely any resemblance. The top of his head was shaved, but the hair of his beard was dark. His skin was pale, and while he wasn't exactly fat, he was definitely a little on the heavy side.
His gaze soon turned back to Michael again, though he gave a light smile this time. As he extended his arm for a handshake, the one feature that they had in common was made clear. While his opposite arm was whole, the one he held out was made of metal, the prothetic looking larger but somewhat less advanced than the ones that Vivian possessed. "Good to meet ya'."