Her awkwardness in shaking his hand tells him she's definitely not from what he would term a 'normal' version of Earth. He doesn't make a big thing out of it, partly because he's not feeling his usual charming self, and partly because those raptors are not getting any further away. He glances around, checking out the possibilities for holing up somewhere and spots The Bakery just down the road. Small, defensible, and presumably housing some decently long knives in the kitchen out the back just in case.
"Currently Captain of Sectors 0-2 for the Defence Force," he says rather grimly, and yes, he did notice that flicker of recognition at his name, but he's going to leave that for the moment in favour of getting indoors. His hand appears in the small of her back, encouraging her along. "Come on, in here. Immortal or not, I'd rather not have to fight off any more of those things today."