This is obviously something new to Nux. Is there anything that isn't new to him? But he learns quickly, and Black Bolt nods when Nux clasps both hands on. There's a look of approval in his eye when he follows suit, clasping both gloved hands over Nux's. He gives their linked hands one firm shake, then pulls away again.

Good, greeting complete. He steps back, gesturing to the small place around them with a welcoming sweep of his arm. There may not be much here, but Nux is welcome to help himself to whatever of it he likes. The small store of food in the cupboard, from snacks taken from the Compound to jerky he'd dried himself. A bucket of fresh rainwater near the door. The mattress, of course. He wouldn't be much of a host if he didn't offer them all.