He squares up his shoulders. After all this time, he's more than a little aware of the fact he's under scrutiny. This is judgment, to a degree. He can lift his chin, his shoulders. Stand like the person he needs to be.

Only... that isn't what he's expecting to hear. It makes something in him bristle. Want to say otherwise, but there wouldn't really be a point to it, would there? Only a memory. Right?

With the armor on, shaking hands doesn't make him so much as blink. Right hand to a stranger or no.

"Shiro."