Alright. Grit your teeth and bear it.

His hand extends for a brief, firm shake of hers, dropped as soon as it seems appropriate to. "Locus," he replies, with none of the niceties or formalities. It's not an attempt to be rude outright, just a combination of habit and practicality.

You don't worry about civility much on the front line of a war. Adjusting to a more...social operation is going to be trying. But he does intend to try, at least.