Handshakes were not the go-to greeting in his home of Hanamura, Japan, but Genji had worked alongside the multicultural ranks of Overwatch long enough to accept them into his repertoire of social etiquette. His flesh-and-blood left arm offered itself as not to cause any unnecessary alarm, and he finished the gesture with a slight bow as was more customary to him. "I am Genji. The armor is... well, it is meant to protect." Was that not the obvious answer? Not only did it lend him the strength with which to fight off his opposition, but it also currently supported many of his internal organs in place of skin, muscle, and bone. Wisely, he said none of that.
The briefly displaced wallet brought to mind something that hadn't occurred to him before. Primarily, the need for this land's currency. Genji had prepared himself to live as a vagabond after the explosion of the Swiss headquarters, but that was when the playing field was known to him. He was well acquainted with the map and how to use his resume of less than reputable skills to best serve him. Neither of which could be said about his stay in Preya. He went on to admit, "I am new here and still trying to get my bearings. Has this land been treating you kindly?"