Placing the handkerchief inside his pocket, Stirling stares at the hand of that from Jonathon and shows his own hand, with blood and grime on it.
"I'd shake it any other day, but as you can see I'm slightly inappropriate." Stirling says to the man who has guided him upon becoming a vice president in the IND.
He then sighs and shakes the hand with a firm grip of Jonathon. "Ah, you're used to that too most likely from the past. If not, my apologies."
"I haven't had a drink yet and dying for one, what can I get for you?"