[Thash's tenseness didn't come from feeling threatened by Namur in paticular... he had no territory here and actually found Namur's sharklike appearance comforting. A sharklike guy that walked on two legs with webbed hands and hair... heck, Thash would wonder if they were related if they had been from the same world. No, he was tense because of being around others in general. Being around others never ended up good for him so company made him edgy...especially a large gathering like a party]

I'm... Thash.

[He finally gave his name with a bit of reluctance. He looked at Namur's hand for a second before sticking out his own to shake it - it was webbed too, and tipped with small black claws]

I'm not worried about it. I'm pretty used to bumps.