Calvin eyes the hand. Considers being outright rude by denying it but instead settles for shaking it a bit too hard, with a hand that's criss-crossed with scar tissue from numerous old injuries. There's only enough unblemished skin left for the scars to stand out as scars.

"Calvin," he says, flatly. "A local but you know Alice enough for them to send you, huh. She must be getting real settled." He doesn't even blink yet, still staring at her. "Guess you would be her type."