She grins at the correction with some unspoken admiration for this unknown woman, and shakes his hand easily enough. She's used to old-fashioned. Old fashioned used to live in her barn while he adjusted to the sunlit and dysentery-free modern world.

"Yeah, can't escape the small town vibes even when I'm kidnapped by aliens or- whatever this is," she motions to their surroundings with vague confusion and annoyance. "Never would have thought the facehuggers wanted me to go to summer camp."