"I should probably tell you my name first," Anakin said.

And he half paused before holding out his hand.

He suddenly didn't want to know if she would balk at his prosthetic. The conversation was going so well despite the subject, and every time she smiled he just wanted to do something to make her smile again. He didn't know if she would get weird if she knew he had a metal hand, but what if she did? And he then he'd have to deal with that prejudice.

Sometimes, it was nice to just pretend like he was normal. Or normal-appearing.

But he would have to confront it sooner or later.

Might as well get it out of the way.

He held out his hand to her. It was covered in a black glove - not unusual given it was still winter in New York, but his other hand didn't have a glove. And for that matter, he looked a bit under-dressed for the weather, just a few hoodies. But he didn't seem cold at all.

"I'm Anakin," he said, putting his trust out there.