A handshake... How simple. How Western. It'd been a long time since she'd introduced herself with handshakes. How many years had she been bowing now? Still, it was manners to use the method presented in greeting and so she took his hand in a firm but brief shake. "Neither and both," she answered mysteriously, "I chose to be called Phoenix but it has always felt more real to me than the name my parents gave me. And please don't ask my birth name because I only speak it when its necessary." Like applying for a job...
And it came back to Pyrrhus. All things came back to Pyrrhus. "In a way. For that night, yes he can be Eric Draven. Pyrrhus dresses like that every single day. But for one night we both were creatures of vengeance. Funny - I didn't even know he was on the ship until that very night..."
She rested an elbow on her knee and her chin in her hand, smiling at him in a curious sort of way, "What made you pick garb for a costume? Prather doesn't sound Scottish to me."