Dutch could feel his frustration growing as he clenched his jaw, trying to maintain his composure. He didn't appreciate being spoken down to, especially by a woman who seemed to think she was superior to him. Taking a deep breath, he decided to respond in a calm, yet assertive tone. "Look, princess, I ain't one for games or cryptic words. I'm a straight shooter, and a handshake is how I show respect. But I reckon you're different, so I'll play by your rules," Dutch said, struggling to keep his irritation at bay. "I apologize if I offended you with a simple gesture. But if you want words, then words it is. My name is Dutch, a truck driver making a living in this chaos of a world. Now, would you mind telling me where exactly you come from, and how you ended up in this mess?" he asked, his eyes narrowing with curiosity and a hint of skepticism.