"Their knowledge of us is certainly a form of defense, if a less obvious one."

Shiala looks at his outstretched hand for a moment, hesitating, but she's at least familiar with this custom, and the clasping of hands is at least something that most species have no problem interpreting as friendly. She takes his hand and shakes it, warmly.

"A pleasure, Dirk." She does, however, give him a slightly exasperated look, and sighs. "You are obviously one more human who has never seen an asari. You may as well speak your mind now and get it over with."