Makkachin is the one who ends up bringing Victor in contact with this man: this person, at least, all tucked up in his oversized hoodie and looking like he's making his defeated retreat from the picnic today. Victor isn't the person to butt in on everyone's business. For one, he doesn't have the time for that; for another, he lacks the inclination.

But he's in a better mood after cooldown time on an actual planet with Actual Oxygen and yes, earlier on, rolling blackouts and brownouts, but no imminent technical death. Which is enough of a relief that he's feeling more relaxed and generally charitable, even if talking to someone trying to clearly avoid sensitivities about the tendency is probably not strictly polite.

"Lurking around like this on such a nice day... crowds getting to you?" Makkachin whines and wags his tail, cocking his head to the side and uncertainly looking up at Wikus.