[He notes that lack of recognition and is both relieved and mildly disappointed. He resents the self-righteous scorn with which his name is too-oft spoken, but nothing at all is almost as irksome. It's illogical to assume that word would pass to every realm, and even the galaxies beyond his own, but it sends a strange sensation up his spine regardless of logic.

It is, however, a clean slate, and a kindly (and if he's lucky, gullible) one at that. The posture and body language only speak to awkwardness and the trepidation that follows when most meet a stranger, nothing telling beyond it. The handshake even lasts an appropriate amount of time without lingering.

Good. He hates overstayed welcomes.]

The "ship in general" was still an unfortunate circumstance, it seems. I've seen worse, though it might be difficult to tell from that pantry.