He frowns, and it takes him a minute to tentatively take her fingers and shake her hand. He's a lot better than he was but still not very socially adept. "Ari. I'm. Sherlock." It's his name, yes, but it still feels foreign. He knows she's lying, so he repeats what he's been told.

"Nobody's going to hurt you out here." He still doesn't always believe it. He blinks and will look up as the sky flickers a little. Here's just as good a spot as where he was to watch it.