[ Courier. Well, Danse supposes he can believe that, though it says nothing about what else Len might be in addition to a courier, and he suspects that may be the point. It's not as if this garage is a compound he's obligated to defend, or as if he himself has anything in particular that anyone else would want at the moment. The need for suspicion is low.

He stands up as Len advances, out of quick reflex rather than politeness, and ramrod-straight in his posture. The hand, though, is accepted without pause. ]

Danse.

[ It's the first time in fifteen years he's actually had to introduce himself to anyone without a title to preface that or an organization to tack onto the end, and the slight hesitation suggests that it doesn't feel right or comfortable, but it is what it is. ]

You've got yourself a deal. [ He's not a stranger to drinking alone, but there is something about this guy that makes Danse think it would be more fun to share a find like that than keep it to himself. ]

If I had anything else on hand, I'd ask your going rate for helping me with this tire.