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Bishop Shaw Φ Cinna (masksamadman) wrote in thereincarnates,

Since Iris had been pummeling the punching bag when he came in, Bishop didn't think she'd appreciate it if he pulled his punches on the handshake. He gripped her hand securely, gave her his best 'first impression' handshake. It wasn't exactly important that she be impressed by him, but just because something wasn't technically important, it didn't mean he planned on letting it slide. That was how you got out of practice for when your handful niece finally got out of her teenage years and you could start thinking about making good first impressions on women who could probably crush you with their little fingers, if they really wanted to. Not that Bishop had met many of those, before he'd become a reincarnate.

"With friends like that, what do I have to be afraid of?" Bishop slid his hand away from hers, eyes wrinkling at the corners while he held back a laugh. He knew exactly what Iris was talking about, of course. He hadn't seen Jess, Lana, or Christian in a fight, but Cinna knew what Johanna, Katniss, and Finnick could do. Bishop's friends had more time to practice what they knew than their reincarnates ever had, so there was no doubt in his mind that they could be terrifying. Not to Bishop, though. There was a certain amount of handling them carefully that had to be done, same as anyone who had memories of something traumatic, the kind of nightmares that fighting for your life left you with, but Bishop wasn't intimidated by it.

It was true, though. Bishop wasn't exactly a fighter, himself, but he knew he could count on his friends, if he got stuck in one. If they could get to him in time, of course. He hoped that they'd be able to more for their sake than his; Lana, especially, already worried too much, thanks to Katniss, and what had happened to Cinna. Neither Bishop nor Cinna wanted them to have to deal with that kind of guilt a second time. There weren't as many chances this time, though, no Mockingjay masterpiece that would spark a rebellion and paint a giant target on his back. If there was... it would be worth it. Bishop wouldn't hesitate, if that was what the world needed. Luckily for him, for all of them, they were in the kind of place that wasn't going to let that happen to them, not without having enough people backing them up that they had a better chance of getting out alive.

...that was a little too heavy of a thought for meeting someone new, though. Bishop really was out of practice with this, outside of his new job. Even with that, he wasn't being exposed to the general public much, anyway. That was all Zach, and Freddie. Bishop was happier behind the scenes, anyway, dealing with the little things. So... really, outside of his department, Iris might have been the first adult he'd met that wasn't from his source, since he'd started working at Camelot. That was almost depressing. He really needed to do something about that. "It's nice to meet you, Iris." His voice was warm, and there ought to have been no doubt from anyone hearing him that he meant it, completely and genuinely.