Jargon chuckled," hard to forget a person like me, am I right?" He tail remained close around his feet, in an effort not to trip anyone. He then continued," you would be right, it is Jargon." Switching his helmet to his other arm he held out his right hand for a handshake. If Isaac took his hand, it would be a solid mass, the scales pressing into his palms and claws near enough to cut the Isaac's skin. Also, Jargon would have said nice to meet you.