He looks at her hand, another expression of surprise on his face. And he clearly hesitates, still staring at it while his fingers twitch and he looks uncertain about making contact and returning the gesture. When he finally does, his grip is kind of loose and his skin feels unnaturally dry and cool. He's quick to end the shake after a few pumps of the hand, stuffing both of his fists into his jeans pockets.

"They call me Jesse. Leader of the Rotten, which is to say my gang back there at yonder subway."