[ For a moment Oz just blinks at him, at the offered handshake, taken off-guard. Then his expression softens into a faint little smile, and he clasps hands and shakes. ]

Ozpin. It is good to meet you, Gerry.

[ He means it. The information is all new, and likely useful. He has no allies here with whom things are not deeply complicated and horribly raw. It will be good to change that. ]

I see. Yes, that does sound rather unlike the threats I'm used to. This is something of your world, not of Deerington itself?