Vincent. [The informality is a little odd to him, but he's a little too rattled to fuss too much; he accepts the handshake, already shaking off the small panic moment and smiling brightly.] Sorry, I thought you were someone else for a moment there.

[He is utterly not seeming to react at all to the fact that there's what seems to be a large half-plushie mouse with a wind-up key out its back that's sorta poofed into existence overhead...]