Jensen. [He nods his head slightly, and extends his right hand politely for the usual getting acquainted ritual handshake.] Forgetting the circumstances, it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance.

[And he's not just saying that to be polite, although he is, of course, polite. His handshake, if accepted, is firm and confident without any of that posturing, contest-of-strength nonsense some men get into their head is necessary when shaking hands. When Jensen mentions his light step, his lips quirk briefly upward in a wry smile.]

I've been told that before. I apologize if I alarmed you; such was not my intent.

[Sorry, bro; if you haven't read his dossier then you must be at at least friendship level 5 to unlock this tragic backstory.]