It didn't seem all that bad, as the woman in front of him seemed to have understood the gesture of shaking hands, so it was evident that she did know a few things, but probably not many. With her hand joined with his, he now saw just how different they two of them were. His lightly tanned skin compared to her pale and silvery skin made the difference very obvious at such a distance. He couldn't help but to smile a little more as she examined his own hand to see that they were different from each other. He wondered how she came to be, as he only saw her just suddenly appear from thin air. He knew that there must be more to it, but he knew that he couldn't ask her. She probably didn't know herself, and nobody in town would know either.

His eyes studied hers as they widened, wondering what she was thinking about, or what realization had dawned on her. The woman's name was Reyna, as he heard her say. She didn't have any last name at all, but it didn't really bother him. His smile receded a little more to be more comfortable on his face as he stood there, still feeling the skin of her hand next to his. He nodded in understanding and told himself that it wouldn't do any harm to tell her his full name. "I'm Booker. Booker Anderson." He introduced himself calmly as he slipped his hand out of hers and studied her with curiosity.