For a brief moment, Henry thought that maybe he'd caved at some point to preasure in the last few hour's and was high on Jet, if the talking, four foot tall mouse with a sword kind'vd like his way anything to go by. Only after the display of badassery he'd just witnessed, and the fact he could feel the...he guessed magic...in the air, like radiation, he was willing to believe it was real. He stared at the offered hand for a moment as he listened, before he slowly shook it with his own big, calloused and dirty paw.

"Well, good to meetcha, sir, an' thanks for the rescue. Guess I owe you enough to see what this is about. Would like some answers." He paused, trying not to stare at the mouse for too long. "Uh...pardon, sir, jus'...always thought aliens were supposed to be lil' green men, abducted folk an' brahmin for God knows what. Henry Sullivan, by the way." 

There was a long pause as Henry tried to look a bit less awkward with the Keyblade, wondering where he was supposed to stow it away. Finally he spoke.

"So...where to, then?"