"Who are you?"
"We're your family, all related in some branch of time or another. I'm Jonathan Jarod Inglenook."
Knife held out his hand to the man who hesitated but did the same. "I'm Knife." He looked down at their hands, meshed into each other's space. He felt nothing there and took his hand away quickly, realizing that handshaking was useless and likely frowned upon here.