[Dave's face remains impassive behind his aviators. If Mom has ever had the pleasure of meeting Dirk Strider Sr.'s charge, she'll note that this handsome silver fox is pretty much him, all grown up and old enough to be your guardian.]

Whew, what an introduction. You improvise all that, or do you fall into interdimensional alternate reality whathaveyous often? Mind, not that I'd be surprised either way.

The name's Dave.

[The Strider kind of goes without saying.]