"Salazar," he replied with a dismissive wave of his head. He wasn't a professor anymore, not in this world at least, and he didn't see the need to use the title. Everyone else just called him Salazar anyway. At least no one here tried to call him 'Sal'. That wouldn't have been acceptable in the slightest.
Salazar took a moment to look her over, as he had a habit of doing whenever he met someone. The first thing he noticed about her (because his nervousness) was that she was pretty. Despite that fact that she around the same age as his son, it would work out in her favor. Salazar always seem to have more patience with students who were good looking. He would have complimented her if he knew the word. The only word he knew that was remotely close to 'pretty' was 'sexy', and he knew very well that wasn't an appropriate word for a man of his age to say to her.
"It is nice that we meet," he added after a moment. He didn't think that was the right way to phrase it, but she would understand what he meant.