The handshake is just as warm and enthusiastic as the man it comes from, a slightly lingering pressure, showing he's a touchy-feely friendly sort.

"Ozpin! Welcome to Deerington! Bit of a recent transplant myself, so yer in similar company," he replies, glancing in the direction in which the creature vanished. "Just as a heads-up: things like that creature are as common here as pigeons in cities.