Not quite one who particularly cared about handshakes outside of necessary formality, Kyu-Sik didn't mind that a hand wasn't offered. "Right, from the radio station then," he nodded in understanding, showing that he did recognize him from the name. In actuality, he had known the name in the first place. Donovan Shepherd, co-host of the radio station broadcast his sister was now working for. His taste in music was normally along the lines of post-rock, folk, and jazz, so he wasn't a fanatic when it came to bluegrass. However, he didn't hate it and he still listened to one of the broadcasts the first night Mi-Ho had worked there just out of curiosity.
The man's appearance was not very impressive when up close, but Kyu-Sik found the main reason for that to be the poor clothing choices. He had nothing against thrift store shopping, but not everyone pulled off thrift shopping well. Donovan's saving graces were his floppy curls and green eyes. That and his relaxed stature did match the soothing voice that had admittedly caused Kyu-Sik to fall asleep when he had listened to the broadcast.
The relaxing disposition wasn't enough to put the black-haired male at ease just yet, though. Still suspicious of the man's motives, Kyu-Sik didn't hesitate to shake his head. "She's not here, she went out awhile ago. Did you need her for something?"