"So am I," he replied, easily enough. "Well, three-quarters, anyway. My dad always tells me that there's two measures of a person -- how much sake they can drink, and how firm their handshake is, so I guess I've been shaking hands a lot more than most Japanese."

Nodding, Keiichi shook her hand. It seemed...experienced was the only way he could think of putting it. Like she'd done this many times before.

"So, what should I call you," he asked, a faint twinkle in his eye. "Here I am carrying your things and I don't even know your name yet!"