Taking the hand, he inclines his head, "Booker DeWitt. Formerly of New York." He's tempted to give the date, too, since it usually ends up being partially relevant, but he's not really interested in rehashing his life story today. He's here to be as polite as he can manage and keep an eye on Elizabeth.

"If you've met her friend Elizabeth, we're from the same... world." Whatever the hell that meant. Even coming from the same world he's not always sure that they were from... the same world.