Will took the offered hand and shook it, trying to place the name. Vlad ... not a common one, even in a big city like this, he figured. From somewhere in Eastern Europe if the accent was right. It also seemed familiar because he swore he'd heard it before - maybe this had been one of the guys to be on the so-polite welcoming committee when he'd first showed up. Trickles of memory struggled to come back but didn't make it fully. Still, that seemed to be the case. It was his best bet.
"William," he gave by way of name. It probably wouldn't help much, but then again, it wasn't really meant to. "Hope you're armed. We can start when you're ready."