Din made sure to keep clear the door, as people got on and off the train at stops. He'd gotten on in the down, seeing what there is to the city. The divide between levels was obvious. He turned at the voice. A voice that sounded familiar, yet the face that greets him doesn't quite match up. His helm tilts, as he raises a brow underneath.

"I am." He confirms in return, and glances down at the offered glove for a moment, before offering his own in return to shake. Black also, but tipped in orange, and partially covered by a silver and blue hand protector. "Most just call me Mando."