Looking momentarily down at what was being presented to him, Kit chuckled softly before enveloping her hand with his own and shaking. One, two, three gentle pumps and it was done, with him letting go in order to slip his hands into the pockets of his black jeans instead. "Kit, like I said already," he returned. "Though I always thought Conor named you Oighear. I suppose you like it enough to keep it?"
Although the situation was strange, Kit was pleased to hear that the tent would be getting a new act. "What is it you'll be doing here?" he asked, momentarily glancing around before returning his attention to the girl before him.