"A pleasure to meet you, Captain," Zira gripped her hand, firmly. "I am Aziraphale." No title or last name, as he didn't generally volunteer his title, and he had no last name. Besides, Aziraphale was the stage name of a widely popular country singer.
He resisted dipping into her psyche, he didn't like to invade minds, unless he had just cause. He simply smiled and pulled his hand back to sip at his coffee, the steam coils wafting close to his face.