[Ah. Right... names. He'd been engrossed in a half-thought, and silent, he does still mentally prepare to tackle a worst-case scenario. He has no clue what Nenonen's powers can do; for all he knows, they're very strong; he doesn't ask, and what he's learned demands he adapt through mostly pure observation. He thinks too much, and then he's drifting in mind so long he hasn't gathered his thoughts to answer back. But... he hears, and eyes do lower enough to catch the sort of weapon they're holding.

Finally, glancing from hands to eyes and back:]

Shoto's fine. ...Nice to meet you.

[Looking them over. He takes in air, summons bravery to crack the door next leading into an entrance. Two steps in, he tastes the "dark", and worries prompt him to half-turn back, give some warning (and in his way, and just in case they'd need to hear it)—]

I don't know what you're capable of, but don't think twice about going all out. Whatever happens, I'll have your back.