[Grey reaches for the other man's hand with his own, willing it to still long enough to grip Nightingale's in a firm hold and give him a halfway decent handshake.]
Lord John Grey. Your servant, sir.
[Or Major. That works too. Nightingale may not be familiar with army uniform ranking, and certainly not the era of John's uniform itself. But it's certainly a major's uniform he's wearing, bright red jacket, gold braided epaulets and all.
Is it awkward to have to introduce yourself as a Lord? A little. Especially when the title itself does not make a whiff of difference as to who he is in regards to anyone else here in this place.]
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Lord John Grey. Your servant, sir.
[Or Major. That works too. Nightingale may not be familiar with army uniform ranking, and certainly not the era of John's uniform itself. But it's certainly a major's uniform he's wearing, bright red jacket, gold braided epaulets and all.
Is it awkward to have to introduce yourself as a Lord? A little. Especially when the title itself does not make a whiff of difference as to who he is in regards to anyone else here in this place.]