C92 A strapped yacht

As Gerald was brought before Admiral Greir, he wasn’t quite sure how to greet him, so he settled on the old standby and offer him his hand.

The Admiral looked at it like it was a venomous snake. “My apologies, my people normally do not greet by touching.”

“Oh, that’s okay,” Gerald said, withdrawing his hand.

“What is he talking about?” one pilot whispered to another