[b]He chuckles, and shakes her hand, even if she didn’t know what he was doing. He looks at her for a second, deciding carefully what words he would say. She didn’t know what a handshake was, so she was one of three things. A: Mentally disabled. B: Raised very poorly. Or C: She was recently put into existence. He bet it was the last one, would explain the unfinished arm.[/b] “See what I’m doing there? That’s called a handshake. It’s polite to do when somebody puts their hand out like that. It’s a greeting. But it’s nice to meet you, Penny. Got a last name, or just the first?”