[Namur doesn't usually have to share space with other shark fishmen, so while he wants to show some solidarity and let this guy know he'd make a good ally, he can't help but feel a little territorial. But he swallows that down, for now, and laughs good-naturedly as he leans back against the rail.]

Name's Namur.

[He puts out a hand, webbing clearly visible between the fingers.]

Hope y' don't mind a few bumps when y' travel. Think we're gonna have a hell of a time gettin' out now that we all got in. Sheheheheh!