He shifts -- twists himself into perspective if he can -- he's not a very tall man, but he smiles at her, trying to figure out how she got up there, and if he can get himself up there without trying to will himself, which is at best a risky proposition. As previously mentioned: his powers aren't quite on the ball right now.

"He--hello?" He manages the l's (Charlie would be pleased) and smiles at her disarmingly. And then he fishes into his jacket--and pulls out a clean, folded kerchief and walks over to where the rafters she perches on intersect, climbs onto a chair and re-ee-ee-eaches up in that precarious balance.

Anyone who cries needs a hanky. River is no exception.