She hesitates - just a fraction of a second. It's not that much of a risk. She's wearing gloves. And what he might require of her would mean more than a little bit of skin contact anyway.

"Pandora. Right, you already know that-" Her hand is light in his, a quick shake and then a retreat, but her smile is a bit warmer, if self-depreciating. "It's nice to meet you, Eames."