Dillon smiles in a charmingly lopsided way, and gives her hand a polite shake. He would never get used to doing that with women, but the days of the turned hand and the almost-kiss of it were long gone, it seemed. He thought Josephine or Sidor might thump him for just doing the former last time. If he'd actually went for the kiss of her hand, the good Doctor may have punched him cross-eyed.
It seems that people-- even Kindred-- all too soon forgot that it was a show of honor and respect, instead preferring some perceived notion of vicious sexism. Whatever.
And speaking of Doctor J Powell , she apparently had wicked style! Who knew? Dillon offers her a polite nod and a just slightly familiar smile. He might even risk a compliment, as well, if he could slip it in before the Russian showed up.
Tracy and Aodh both get welcoming grins, the new guy with the cool shirt and jacket an added "Hi there, Dillon Connery." In case he missed it the first time. Then, back to Allison. "Miami! That's a nice little trek. I've only made it as far south as Orlando, myself. What brings you to the River City, if I'm allowed to be curious?"