Introductions are weird when just about everybody in the free world knows your name and half the folks in the unfree one've had a relative blown up by a rocket with your name on it. But they do still come up sometimes, and he can’t say he doesn’t enjoy the occasional novelty that comes with anonymity. If that's what this is. Chances are excellent she knows exactly who she's cuffed to.

Or he could just be a guy in a bar.

"Well, Ms. Tayler," he answers, raising his own glass to the lady before putting it to his lips, "I will take your word for it. Consider yourself introduced. Officially." In the interest of giving her a polite head start, he limits himself to a sip, eyes still on her while he wiggles his trapped finger. "I'm Tony. I'd shake your hand, but I feel like this might have us covered."